Bridge of Sighs

I fear I’ll write this poem, in some way, for the rest of my days.

 

Bridge of Sighs

The only crossing tumbles into the deepest cavern.

There’s nothing left to traverse this river, but a bridge of sighs.

Wait, for hours that become infinite years full of expectation,

and later, regret for time wasted, and down the line

tearful acceptance that the only route you could, should

have taken, fell away when the green light faded,

when the doors closed and waving farewell, you greeted

a thorny path of stones to be thrown, or stacked,

or used to build a new pathway–

perhaps a nice one;

but harder.