Has it really been so long,
Since this bridge was burned?
It still seems so fresh
in my mind.
I gaze over the canyon,
Only to see nothing.
I look for you,
Nothing.
It's so hard to get away,
from the edge of this precipice.
Still I gaze,
with just a shimmer of hope.
Why do I keep coming back here?
I need to leave,
I need to live.
But I can't help but wonder,
If I'll see you again.
But I can't stay here,
looking over these ruins
lying on the canyon floor.
I need to realize,
That this bridge is burnt.
That it isn't coming back.
You're not coming back.
I need to leave,
but I don't know where to go.
So I guess I'll be here
waiting on the edge,
of where this bridge used to be.
This is a stream of consciousness piece, this is my first writing in awhile, and my first poem on this site!