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Alone

Standing on the bridge holding his palsied hands. We’re there to be alone for once. A place where we won’t be judged and just talk. Dressed in drabs we think our reveries wishing one day we could finally be together. The cadence of our hearts is all you can hear not even our breathing. What are we getting ourselves into at this hour of the night; deaft or trouble. Is this bridge above a creak or solid ground? I was alone until I found him or he found me; we made an blood oath never to leave each other. So I am not alone and so not he. I remember when we sauntered in the parks holding hands like we’re now, the conversations on the phone and the never ending love we shared. I believe now we’re reading to jump but when I look to my left he’s not there and then I realize that I am alone and will always be so I lean forward in a slow motion and fall into the rivulet sinking to the bottom which isn’t that deep. I let all my air rise to the top and stay done choking for life feeling the high that I seaked for day in and out. My body isn’t alone now it’s down there with all the other ones who searched for the same thing I was looking for and were alone.


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