I stood on the bridge to see

if I were bound or free,

to observe whether

that which shook my earth

shook more,

to see the water and the sky

and the right and the left,

and what and if they meant,

and whether anyone

observed the sparrow’s fall

on a cold night in January,

so I stood on the bridge and waited

I stand

at

the bank

of

the

river

but

your

love

cannot

swim

from

forever

I sit

at

the edge

of

the

canyon

but

your

love

has

no

bridge

which

to

pass

on

I lie

on

the shore

of

the

ocean

but

your

love

lies

beyond

the

horizon

I fly

’cross

the blue

sky

expanse

but

your

love

lives

farther,

ever-last

I sail

to

the end

of

the

seas

but

your

love’s

past

infinity

I stand

with

the earth

’neath

my

feet

but

your

love

soars

beyond,

heavenly

I stood on the bridge and waited

Although I didn´t know

what I was waiting for

Could it be I was waiting

for my courage to resurface

so that I could

jump

Or was I waiting

for my fears to subside

so that I wouldn´t think

about the concrete waters below

Although, truly,

I stood on the bridge and waited

because I wanted someone to stop me

to tell me not to jump

to hold me in their warm embrace

and tell me they loved me

I wanted someone to save me

I was waiting for someone to save me

but no one came

I am standing on the bridge and waiting. You told me you need time, but I give you more than that. I give you time, trust, and hope. That's the least I can do after I have been the cause of your pain once. Now it is all up to you; to turn that bridge into a reunion or the place of the final goodbye.

i stood on the bridge

sad

scared

alone with my thoughts.

i stood on the bridge

and thought of you.

if you knew

would you save me

jump with me

or leave me?

i stood on the bridge

but walked away

because maybe you wanted me to stay

and the last thing i want to do

is hurt you.

When we were little pioneers

(And thought our pact was fated,)

We built that bridge over the creek,

And loved what we created.

We’d stay there, playing hide and seek,

Our child hearts elated.

Then somehow, through forgotten years,

The friendship was deflated.

Our plan to build joint wings and fly

Would not be satiated...

You’ll never know how often I

Stood on the bridge and waited.

I stood on the bridge and waited

for all of it. For everything I had created

to grab me; to reach up out of the sea

and gift to me my apogee.

I dont know why I'm here.

On this bridge, close to tears.

Exhausted in every damned way.

Exhausted like I am every day.

I sob when I realise I have no fear

of the hundred-foot drop down to being okay.

All i do is float. Float through life,

float through each day, each strife,

floating through it all like a balloon.

Soon. But it's already noon

and I'm stood on the bridge having not yet moved.

I'd arrived after waking, deeply confused:

Confused at my abusers, I'd counted every bruise.

One from a flying fist swung by my Dad.

Another from my Mother. She was just mad.

Puffy eyes from an ex lover.

Yet I'd never cried for him. Not ever.

Then a bruised heart from my soulmate.

She left me. No love for me anymore, only hatred.

And that's me checkmated.

Now, my frustrations never to be sated,

I stood on the bridge and waited.

Floating still. Floating like a ghost

who wanted nothing more than love.

Love never to be obtained.

I stood on the bridge and waited.

Nauseated yet oddly liberated.

As the sea did finally grab me by my throat.

Now, all I can do is float.