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
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