The bridge was there,
right in front of me.
I started across,
with out a thought.
Not realizing my fate,
as it changed with every step.

The chasm below was vast and dark,
the bottom never in sight.
I stood in the middle of that ****** bridge,
and saw my foot steps in the snow.
I felt alone as I had ever been,
though I was doing this for her.

The wooden planks creaked,
with obvious warning of my mistake.
I was not listening,
I continued on my way.

At the end of the bridge,
the chasm spoke.
Telling me I must go back,
that I wasn’t ready for what I faced.

She looked at me in reassurance,
promising me I could.
The chasm said I could never cross that bridge again.
I stupidly chuckled and spoke my mind,
though my words were not informed.

She and I did not survive the challenge,
and I was left alone.
I made an attempt to go back,
but all there was was empty space
between two ridges.
That’s when I learned of what the chasm spoke,
telling me not to burn my bridges.

w.j.w.k