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