the bridge


over the bridge, i met with an old acquaintance, discussed big ideas and she smiled and told me things were looking up.  I left her office,  crossed the street, and stood alone in front of a breakfast cafe.   Such a simple little town, spring whispered in the morning chill, I felt you from my spot on the bare sidewalk.  You are so close in my mind, but never with me.   it was going to rain soon.  on the way back, i crossed the bridge again, like a bird staring down.  i remember watching this very bridge with you from the land below.  See it all over again. 

all over again, you are still everything and nothing.  

Wait.  Wait, I tell myself.  Don’t lose your head.  It comes and goes.  Waiting for the tide to turn, lost at sea for just a moment, for even just one moment, is terrifying enough.    Rain drops spattered on my windshield.  I turned the volume louder, “Let my baby keep on sayin’ she’s the lonesome gal in town….”  Where the hell are you??? 

Back on route 4, the rain pitter-pattered harder.  I passed a sign, it read: God Bless Ya’ll Real Good.

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  1. Anonymous says:

    I love this!

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