Seeing you on the top of two bridges
almost smack dab in the middle
exhilarated and frustrated
all at once
wanting to slam on the brakes and reach for you
run to you
bringing me to tears almost
wondering what it means
not believing in coincidence
wonting for your brand of kindness and care
kind of licking my wounds right now
how do we meet
how do we talk
when is that bridge ever going to
burning for you once again
feeling love will always be the bridge
between our hearts
seeing you stick your head out this morning
was the biggest joy
even if we were just passing on another damned bridge
when does the part where we talk embrace happen
dear Lord when...........
not meaning to seem ungrateful
just burning a lot of rubber...........
how much of that do we have
my levy has long broken and flooded
i still brake for you......
Posted on 09/21/2010Copyright © 2023 Marjorie Anne Reagan
How much love do we hold in our memories? It seems so close and yet so far. Nice write lady.
...marjorie, all of this is intriguing; i just love the word : wont. well used, wonting. bridges get us there, sooo keep on keeping-on.