the bridge

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 gazing at 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.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Lou-Lou says:

    Always we are telling ourselves to be patient. But what happens when patience brings us nothing?

  2. 79sparrows says:

    Wow, people here are a lot smarter than xanga.
    Lou-Lou, you GOT IT. !!!!
    i wasnt even sure how to summarize what i was feeling when i wrote this, felt this…but you did.

  3. MB says:

    Reblogged this on 79 Sparrows and commented:

    One of my best

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