I stood on the far side
Of the bridge and –
for the first time –
The other side
Seemed closer.
I noticed the lines on
The face that looked
Back through eyes
That seemed heavy
With the baggage of
So many years and
So many tears.
Memories of love’s
Lost promise
And the paths
Not taken now
Sit uncomfortably
Between flashes
Of a life spent living
In the moment and
Wondering when
My time will come
To slowly cross to
the other side.