Bridge of Tears”

“Bridge of Tears”

Walking a worn path
my footfalls echo in my head.
Echoes’ of happiness...of anger
of a lost love
  The path I have chosen many have walked
for my feet are covered in moist earth from
tears that have fallen before me.
  In the distance towers the bridge,
the Gates of Heaven made by man.
  One by one we stop mid-span and
look over the waters below.
  Tears fall with whispers no one else hears.
"I loved you also" are my whispers
as flowers fall from my hands from
the Bridge of Tears.