Our Brigadoon

She hints I made her
into something she wasn’t.

I don’t remember casting clay,
brushing paint,
mating a cord of lumber
with a barrel of nails.

The only construction
was a bridge
of intangibles
she started
and I worked upon.

We paved with our pasts,
sent over guy wires of dream.

She suspended construction.

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