The Bridge
The bridge was long,
every step taken rang in my ears,
a hollow sound
like horse's hooves on a cobbled street
Rain was falling hard, cold and prickly
My thoughts vacant and alone in an ever darkening night
I searched for something,
as I stared down into the rushing black water,
remembering she was miles away,
in an empty room with a door I closed silently,
as I walked away, into tomorrow
White foam bubbled up from the river,
awakening my despair,
its rippling motion flowing without care or need,
pounding speckled stones into sand
I paused to fill my lungs with a deep sigh,
as I lifted my collar to hold back the rain
when I walked on into the night,
crossing the bridge, never looking back,
to a time when there was a streaking bright flame,
that gave light to a dark sky,
now filled with contradictions and conflict,
from the time I wondered if the next day would be as dark,
as the night I realized, she was already gone
12/30/16
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