Rebuild Poem by Maya Hanson

It's too cold to tell the truth to you
cause I'm aching at the sky's deep blue
but darling, there's not much left to do
but build this house back up.

We run into the horizon's sign,
catching elements of us in a line
I'm looking at you like you're mine
and maybe someday you could be.

Even when our love's messed up
and your diamonds are buried in the rough
I'll still be trying to fill this cup
with coffee and magic instead of toxin.

You breathe made-up words into my pen-
it's too close to starting over, then
soon bare trees will bloom again
and complete, we will begin with spring.

Stacking us up with pure beautiful tools,
breaking all the world's rules
that scream at us only fools
forgive and rebuild like us.