The Bridge

I stand at the end of the bridge

Eleven years ago, I stood at this same place
you had crossed it
I waited
one year I waited

finally, you crossed back over to me
I was so happy
and our life continued

Now, here I stand again
at the end of the bridge
holding a torch in my hand
waiting
but not hopeful

This time, the bridge will be burned
you will not be able to pass back over it
This time, we will both be left alone

I stand at the end of the bridge
tears in my eyes...