The Bridge

The bridge... long every step rang in my ears like a horse on a cobbled street The rain was cold, hard, and prickly I look down into the rushing black water My mind vacant on an ever-darkening night She was miles away and the room was empty but for her the door I closed, silent as I walked into tomorrow White foam from the river woke my thoughts Its rippling waters flow without care or need, pounding speckled stones into sand I paused, filled my lungs, the only sound is a deep sigh, I lifted my collar to hold back the rain moved on into the night, never looking back to a time when there was a streaking flame of light in a dark sky filled with contradictions and conflict Still wondering, if the next day would be as dark as the night I realized, she was already gone