The same wind that once
blew your dark hair around,
holds the ravens up
pulls grey mist from the ground.
I've come to the bridge
to dream of might have been
in moonlight that traced
the terrain of your skin.
Shadows coalesce
in the blue world of night
in water kissed air
beneath pinpricks of light.
The clouds of my breath
dissipate in the air
where our words still hang
broken stones for a prayer.
You once held me close
by those dry wooden boards.
You whispered to me.
I took you at your word.
Now wind whips up rain,
and I can't say I care.
I don't feel your love
if it ever was there.