Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Day 28 :



Bridge




I remember holding hands and

Walking to the other side alone.

Now you are there and I am here,

No bridge to cross and meet again.

The river crawls with writhing

Snakes and rising, smelling lava.

They have slithered up the supports

Over the beam and up the arch.

If I had known that instance of

Leaving your hand was the last time

I would ever see you, touch you.

I would have burnt all my bridges

Keeping you near me forever.

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