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.