We hesitated.
The tadpoles swam against the tidal waves of what's left of us
Feelings torn as they cling to either floating driftwood or sinking rust
We separated.
Pushing and pulling this way or that
Fighting for control and respect, perhaps?
We cross the point of no return and often look back
Defending or rescuing the tadpoles if under attack
We are united.
Bricks and mortar never made a home
Unconditional love built bridges to the future unknown
We still battle on in the river we've loved and grown
We hesitated, separated then united to the croaking sounds from the little happy toads
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