the bridge is good for walking when your shunning thoughts of him
the water's so inviting, so enticing, yet so grim
would he care if you jumped in?

you're jumping,
falling,
splashing,
thrashing,
in the biting cold

plagued by thoughts
of you
and him
together
growing old

It's too bad you never will because you cannot be that bold

breathing hard,
hardly breathing,
mind adrift,
body sinking,
straining to contain the air you didn't mean to gasp

bubbles leaving,
lungs burning,
limbs flailing,
brain learning
this was a mistake, and really longing to go back

...then it fades to black

he's soaked right through,
and holding you,
it sets your heart aflame

you feel no sorrow, guilt or shame
you're just glad he came