Bridge Over Troubled Waters

I love you more today than yesterday within these weathered walls on sallow earth, and when I pick the last of spring’s bouquet, I’ll hope for your return and love’s rebirth. These rooms seem dark; your garden’s overgrown. The weeds now blanket our once trodden path down to our sparkling lake where I alone can see the murky undercurrent"s wrath. Sunk in my chair, I stretch to glimpse beyond the dingy window pane and gnarly tree, down to the shore of memories thought fond. Our bridge, now washed away, I long to see. If you come home again, a bridge above your troubles, I will be with all my love. 5/13/20