The bridge

I slept with a guy
whom I hardly knew
under a bridge of uncertainty,
which I had the best view.

We didn't touch, we only talked--
weeks of sneaking out and breaking locks.
He knew me better than I did myself,
even things I'd filed in forbidden shelves.

I slept with him,
whom I didn't love,
only to stare at the stars above,
and wonder,
wander away,
and wish for more.

He meant nothing to me.
He wanted more.
I left him laying on the concrete floor--
the bridge above us meant more to me
than he ever did.
Dawn broke and I disappeared.

Author's Note

This is kind of just a rough draft until I can further edit it. I just like to get it out of my head and go back when I can think even clearer to adjust or add things.