i always go to the bridge.
always the bridge.
                                                 i'm not sure why.
but every
               single
                      time
i find my feet inevitably leading me
out the door,
         across campus,
                   through the woods,
                                                          ­            and to the bridge.
i can only pray that
on the day it all falls to pieces
my feet won't lead me
                             off it . . .