Daydreams take me to the abandoned bridge
deep in the forgotten forests of Limerick.
I park up on the gravel and without bothering to lock
my doors I walk off along the path.
I know you'll be here soon so I pick up the pace and
ignore the dancing tree branches.
The great arches before me now, overgrown and full of
repose, my feet follow familiar slopes.
Fighting through the underbrush and overhanging
tangles of vines and foliage I glance behind.
There you are now strolling, just rounding the bend,
with eyes cast upwards towards the memories.
I ascend the final few feet and stride along the forgotten rails
atop the forever remembered bridge of bridges.
I close my eyes and breathe, then I look down in my hands and
I see I've brought jumper cables with me.
I hear you behind me now pushing through the thorny fingers
of brush ripping apart the dress you're wearing.
The dress I bought for you.
Our eyes meet and without saying a word or looking away
I rip the cables down the middle, one for each of us.
Silence ensues as we tie them around each other's necks,
making sure it's tight enough to make it hard to swallow.
I run my fingers through your hair.
You smile a sempiternal sadness.
We approach the railing along the edge of the disintegrated concrete
and tie the opposite ends of our jumper cables to the rusted steel.
I sit down on the edge and feel your thighs brush against me as you
join me at my side, and I feel your fingers find mine and entwine.
Thoughtless we lean forward into gravity,
and let it take us.