Crossing The Bridge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm not even sure when I wrote this,
but I was looking for something else when I found it by accident today, so I thought I'd put it up here for you guys :)

.. it's a rather melancholy piece (as all my poetry tends to be XD)
a lot of things came together to inspire this in my head, and I think explaining all of it would not only be immense effort, but alse take away from the poem..
so instead I'll let you read and take from it what you will..

remember to tell me what you think!
and not just because comments give me the warm 'n fuzzies, but also because I genuinely need to know how this is.. as I keep saying Poetry is not at all my forte, so any tips on how to improve will be very welcome ;D

Submitted: July 11, 2010

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Submitted: July 11, 2010

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 The Bridge
 
 
A warm midsummer's evening.
An old wooden bridge sways creakily in the soft breeze.
You step, and I step. And then, we are both on this bridge.
 
I look up, and regard you with eyes I'm desperately trying to keep cold.
Emotionless.
like your absinthian gaze.
You look, and I look. And then we are locked in gaze for the first time in far too long.
 
I want so desperately, to reach out a tentative hand, and stroke your cheek.
To feel the familiar bristly of your stubble, the warmth beneath the cool of your visage.
I want so much to lift the corners of my lips, bend them into a now unfamiliar position.
A smile.
I want to cry, and scream my pain
And have you pull me to your solidness.
The rock I thought I could ever depend on
And I want so much, to inhale your scent. To let it take me somewhere I haven't gone in far too long.
 
But I don't
 
I briefly wonder if I gave anything away, if for even just a moment there was a flicker in the shadowy depths of my eyes, and if you saw it.
But even if you did, what difference would it make
Too much has happened. Too much has changed.
 
And everything...
 The time, the little words we shouldn't have said. And those we really should have..
It had built a wall.
It felt almost tangible.
I swore I could see it between us.
Solid. Immovable.
Mocking us, it's creators.
 
For a second - no, a fraction of a nanosecond, I see a flicker.
In your level gaze.
Something I couldn't translate anymore.
But as quickly as it came, it was gone.
 
The low creak of the bridge beneath us, snapped the threads that had momentarily held us bound.
So, with heads bowed,
You continue, and I continue. And then we were crossing each other.
 
We were stood side by side, shoulders rigid, spines stiff.
Unyielding, unbreakable.
I wouldn't bend.
I wouldn't ever look at you and let you mock my weakness. Never again.
And so, I don't look, my stung pride giving me strength.
 
The wind picked up, and a torn, disconnected leaf was blown past my line of vision.
But it could not hold my attention, not when carried on the same wind, is that scent.
That unmistakable smell of you.
This, I couldn't not indulge in. I am only human.
 
And so, for a moment so brief it was imperceptible, I freeze.
And I let it take me back,
To days filled with endless sunshine,
And lazy walks on the grass.
And gentle kisses in the warm rain.
But you move, and I move. And then, we were gone.
 
Without a look back.
Without a word.
Without tears.
 
Save for one, as it slowly rolled down my stoic face.
 

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N/B: To be perfectly honest, this poem isn't necessarily about Sasuke and Sakura (characters in an anime/manga series called Naruto for those who don't know) ..

buuuut, I remembered that it was after reading a significantly amazing fanfiction about these two that the idea for the poem first popped into my head.

So though - like I said in the summary - a lot of other things (including personal experience) played a part in this poem coming out, I couldn't resist linking it back to them a little :)

and besides the picture is so darn adorable, how could I resist?!

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters, nor do I own the above image. The only thing that is utterly mine is the poem ;)


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