Across the Bridge

EverestI had seen things of beauty
Before you;
Before I loved you,
I’d been in love;
Before speaking to you,
I’d known silence;
Before I lost you,
I’d been lost and found;
Why is it, then, that
This separation,
Is not this of us in two,
But of me in two?
As if you’d been the frame
Which supported
All that was me – but clay
Crumbling, unusable now
So now all I can do
Is remember,
For, I know, I could never
I have burned more than bridges
Between us –
It was the me you knew
I destroyed,
So I wouldn’t run back to you,
That you open your heart
One more time
To someone, who did not
Have the wisdom
To tell the love
From a million loves

6 thoughts on “Across the Bridge

  1. As I read the poem, I thought about you love affair with the mountain…and how it made you feel to be climbing…and now the fear that you will not climb again. Just randoms thoughts engendered by your find poem.

    1. Oh, I am not about to let the fear take over. It is just an added challenge – and I like those :). I hope to overcome it – and that my knee may heal – before next spring!
      Thank you for sticking around through so many of my adventures and misadventures!

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