leaning
over the
bridge
as
trains
shunt by
vibrating
pulsating
deafening
the old iron
frame beneath
our feet
we search
the oily
blackness
vainly
hopelessly
for signs
of her
on the bank
a car
turns off
its lights
as the
windows
steam
this is
no
ending
no
way
to end
no end
to weigh
in the
balance
of
life
