Crossing the Bridge
Awakened by sunlight and your kiss
A cup of coffee awaits my lips:
I remember shadows within shadows
And the scars we shared
While lies kept our love alive
And birdless branches pined for Spring – –
You wrote poetry, and I tried
But drenched by the sudden summer rain
You sneezed yes and yes again – –
Our story stretched beyond belief
Though it seemed sane to us and friends
In those unsanitized, maskless, hugging days – –
You searched for living memories
In the scattered names of lovers in the cemetery:
We crossed the bridge before we came to it.
A tenderly romantic poem that appeals to the finer sensibilities. The form is economical and effective.
Thank you very much,Amita.
A beautiful, layered poem eloquently executed.
Thank you,dear Brindha.