A Bridge Collapses

I waited on the cobble stone bridge

like you asked,

but you never came.

I stood there

alone in the blistering cold

and stared, imagining spring

flowers blooming from the ice,

but you never came.

I walked on

a nearby park path

every few days, 

only hoping you'd be here,

but you never came.

Today,

I stopped.

Like taking a skipping

record off a turntable,

I'd quit. Sitting

uneasy on a concrete

park bench,

I stretched my mind

into a spiraling mental tunnel.

I sat in my conscious world,

thoughtful and hopeful,

but you never came. 

Today,

I'll pass that bridge

for the last time.

Yellow leaves

scatter the ground,

instead of veering

for another gaze, I shuffle

the lying leaves. 

I march forward,

but you never come.

Like a child fearfully

gripping a mother's hand

at the top of roller coaster,

I keep thinking,

"Here we go!”

I should've walked

long ago and let that bridge

fall.