Day 28 :
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.
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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