Two people,
One intelligent, yet kind
One tough, yet gentle
Both here, yet separate and not together.
Every night, I waited.
I dreamt of the two reunited
To clean the mess of splintered wood.
I hated listening to the
Constant arguments, spewing insults,
Desperately pleading through the phone
Angry tones and voices
I could never forget.
That haunting feeling of our
Last laughs together.
We all knew what would happen,
But only time told until the bridge fell.
No more warm hugs,
Or teasing banter,
But instead a constant regret
That things could've been better.
If only the clocks could repair
Our broken bridge.
I know it won't be the same
No matter what I do.
But someday I wish
We can rebuild the bridge
That once stood strong against the breeze.
But maybe,
Once the rotting wood gets swept away
There will be a new bridge set to be built
And it will be better
And stronger.
Strong enough to stand through the wind.
