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well, it's been one year, since she's been gone, and i've yet to summon a smile today... or a tear. simplistic agony roils about in my soul, and all i can do is sit and stare, it has no escape.

Broken Bridges

Standing Lonesome,
Upon this broken bridge…
I stare down, deep into the water,
Calling out your name,
Seeing the stars,
Floating… So far below,
With my broken bleeding heart,
Engraved upon the water.

Leaning over the railing,
I watch the twinkling lights,
Seeing your face among them,
With each beat of my broken heart,
And the ripples it creates in the heavens.

Reaching, straining,
with golden-guilded fingertips,
Even earthbound by the river,
They still elude my grasp,
As they have, ever since that day…
That fateful lonesome day.

Reaching for you,
In the pieces of that heart,
The heart I so carelessly,
Whimsically, threw away.
That day, that fateful lonesome day.

Reaching for you,
Out among the stars,
The stars I no longer see,
The stars that vanished from my eyes,
That day, that fateful lonesome day,
The day that you died.


Preston Kendall Bullard

Nov. 4, 2009

11:43 p.m.