Dear Friend, you never gave me the chance to try again, or
maybe I destroyed that bridge before it could be built. Regardless, I am standing
on the other side of the river waving to you, sometimes you wave back and even
say “hello” but most days I see you take a glance as fleeting as a spark and
always you walk away.
I brought another friend today. By my side they wave with me
and upon such a sight your eyes lit the sky. My heart pounds as the bridge reconstructs
itself and you run towards it. My smile met both my ears; I had hoped such a
day would come. My new friend departs, you retreat, and the bridge crumbles.
I stand alone, no closer to you then I was before. A tragedy
I didn’t have the good sense to run to the other side or at least buy a boat. I stand biting my lip on whether or not I
should turn around and leave but every time I take a step, you ask me to fetch
a fruit for you.
Today can’t be the same, I won’t allow it. I have swum
larger rivers than this, whatever lies underneath can take me if it pleases.
I dive in, the water is cold and uninviting and the current
pushes me back with intent, but I press on without tire or sense. With pity you
throw me a raft and pull me to you and when our eyes meet my heart crumbles. Now
there is nothing but silence between us, true you sit with me, but today you
won’t even give me a glance. Where is my Friend? Why aren’t you here? Could you
at least build the bridge for me so that I may have a dry trip home? You say
nothing.
I stand limply. I never meant to win your heart, just your
gaze and your mind. Sometimes it’s too late for such things, sometimes it’s the
aftermath of something once great and powerful which makes it impossible. And
there isn’t any point in standing on the other side of a river.
I jump back into the cold water and a large wounded fish
carries me over to the other side. I dry myself off and begin walking home,
gripping onto my tears. I promise myself I will never return to this place.
…..I’ll see you tomorrow.
