forgotten but i cross this bridge each day. to remind
myself i'm good. i worry i've become the
antagonist. i keep crossing this bridge, it makes me
sadder. more cold. i cross it and remember how hurt i was.
crushed under confused yet precise rubber boots. golden
child gifting me a fresh pink scar and a day off from
school. i watch the current and think in silence for a few
hours. salt in the wound as more tears flow. how sad and
alone. what excuse would i present with tomorrow? i stifled
whimpers back in bed. "i can take you to school right
now if you want." awkward and out of place. sat across
with a dumb look on your face. i keep crossing this bridge.
pillow still soaked for the same old and new reasons.
it's how i justify my actions. you were cruel. so i can
at least be cold back.