rain splashes down on a cold, familiar piece of concrete. my eyes shift to one side, tearing through fog. a single tear slides down, its trail icing my skin. once it falls it darkens the concrete below, making it resemble the crushed feelings inside. moving, slowly, towards the concrete barrier. my hands slide over, and lift dead weight up and then down again on the other side. I stand there, waiting for the fog to dissipate, as my body trembles
remorse soaks in as cold and wet as the rain. draining hope, freedom,happiness. seeping towards the depths of the soul, etching into bones. no strength to move on, and no strength to move back. just the beginning and the end, running through times that are lost. my mind turns to ice, matching tears, concrete, rain, and feelings. no where to turn, no where to go but below.
fog clears, and the islands in view. a rainbow sprouting from its mountains of green. chirps of birds audible from the few miles away. a smile flickers across my face, remembering the past times here. My body no longer trembles, my eyes no longer shift. not happiness, but numbness. The only thing I know in my mind, is the last place I think of you, is the Bridge With a View.