Bridge
We
built a bridge, a sturdy bridge,
One
that carried us over roiling oceans and quiet lakes.
But
as time went on, the bridge slowly weakened
And
as I make this journey, part of it breaks away...
Time
is running out, there’s no turning back.
It’s only a matter of time before the bridge collapses
It’s only a matter of time before the bridge collapses
But I
have to see you one last time.
Only
then can I let our bond break at last.
I am
fighting now, fighting the wind and cold for you.
If
only I knew you were doing the same
Then
I could decide if this journey is in vain.
My
hands and face are beginning to freeze.
Why
did we neglect our connection for so long?
I
wish I had known this would happen.
A
fractured friendship only serves to destroy me.
How
did we allow this to occur?
Running
across the bridge, slipping on patches of ice,
Do
you remember building this hand in hand?
Those
summer days with the wind blowing hair in my face
And
you laughingly pushing it out of my eyes.
I’m
weak, struggling, barely able to move.
I can
hear the ominous rumble of the bridge behind me.
The
connection I tried so hard to salvage is dying.
I
resign myself to fate. I did this to us...
A
cold hand grasps mine and a voice cries out.
I
look up, shocked. You made the journey, too.
You
pull me to my feet, ready to run, ready to help me.
But
there’s nothing to run from. The bridge is completely intact.
~Ananya Swaminathan
No comments:
Post a Comment