The Bridge



Yesterday as I crossed the bridge
on my way to where I had to be,
it flashed across my mind for an instant
just how easy it would be

to let the car go where it would,
through the rail and into the water,
and suddenly I knew just why he did it.
With so much pain, nothing else mattered.

And I cried for his pain and for mine,
because I had never been so low.
And I cried for his love and for mine,
because it had nowhere to go.

Yesterday as I crossed the bridge,
I crossed another in my head.
I'll never be that happy again,
and I'll never be that sad.

About this poem

I wrote this poem a few weeks after the death of a dear friend at his own hand. He had risked everything for love, and lost. I'd done the same, but I survived. Would I have if I hadn't lost him too? For Doug.

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Written on 1986

Submitted by CarolDavidson on April 25, 2023

Modified on April 27, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme Abxb xxxx cdcd Axxx
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 554
Words 130
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4

Carol Davidson

 · 1954 · Virginia

Carol Davidson is a retired southern Christian woman, now living in the mountains of Northeast Alabama. Carol's life experience includes infertility, disappointment, marriage to an addict and adulterer, abuse and divorce, blessing and loss, desperation and salvation. A woman alone in the world except for three sisters, their children and grandchildren, Carol embraces life with hope in Christ Jesus, as she approaches 70. She expresses herself in poetry, prose, paint and other various artistic forms. Primarily self taught, except for the sewing skill that she gained as a young girl from her mother, Carol worked in architectural and mechanical design for 40 years. She inherited the 'mechanical gene' from her mother who installed electrical systems in military airplanes in WWII, and showed her four daughters that there was nothing they couldn't do. Still, Carol has learned through life events, that all you can do is all you can do, and the rest is in God's hands. more…

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