The Bridge

words linger
in the deathly hollow -
unborn children
of a hopeful tomorrow,
they drop down
a bottomless chute,
dying as they fall, and
rest into silence.
you cannot come
with me
to those forgotten places
where I walk alone;
you cannot hold
my trembling hand;
the bridge
can only take
the weight of one -
the bridge that hangs
over a growing gorge -
between mind and heart;
a bridge that I have to build
and walk alone.