By Mary Willow Rees
I ventured onto this bridge to get away
from loving one who stopped loving me.
All around is gray,
Water below, lifeless, in which to drown,
Sky above, dimly lit by an unseen sun.
No warmth can reach me.
Only the watery depths below,
The weeping sky above.
I am suspended here on a bridge, also gray,
Waiting to see if I can cross.