Breaking Bridge
I made a choice
But that's not what it was
It was not something conscious
And I woke up and found
Myself loving and loved
Just as I breathed
I tied strings
Forged bonds
Connected and anchored myself
So I could safely venture
Knowing I'd be able to
Find my way back.
Through time, through years,
Assuming our handiwork would be stable and strong
There was imperceptible wear; we were wrong
I could head the ping of a breaking string
The squeal of metal under strain
The frightening slack of something previously taut
I scrambled
Before it was too late
My fingers ached from tying knots
I dove as deep as ever I had to secure the anchor
But when I surfaced, dripping wet, muscles sore,
It was too late.
You were gone.
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