Lost Within the Past

We climbed the rocky roads to the curved wooden bridge that stretched above the cooling crystal waters. Abandoned under gleaming afternoon lights, vines of Ivy draped themselves against haggard wooden poles, reaching out to touch the various leaves circling below, where we tucked our feet into shivering water and counted the stream of small fish swimming between the slippery rocks. Then I’d slip awake to the rough couch on my back. Stupidly dreaming of a yesterday, losing a tomorrow, we never had.