Strangers at a bridge

            In the voice of a lost poet, we once were
friends yet now are strangers. As per request. I often
find myself picking up my phone to say something
and then I stop.

            What? What was so important that I had to
say it? Senseless rattling chatter. The typical responding
female. So I back away, placing my phone in
a stationary spot.

           Once more the day begins without a "hello"
or "good morning". In instances where words are
spoken I revert back to giving only what is necessary.
Noting that odd we are.

          So sad that once more we have become such.
Two people in circles yet not really noticing. Recognition
is there but without words, without smiles. Indeed,
I know, I understand that is what is asked, demanded.
I obey as I should.

        And so the head grumbles. The emotions rise and
the knot choke I still fade, backing down to
allow the space. Giving, asking only tiny pieces when
of necessity. Even then I don't expect a response.

        Indeed that is what I pursue. Not empty, sad just
hoping. Alas then the cynical laughter erupts and
the sarcastic irony comes as I pour myself out upon
paper. Screaming the words I want so badly to say.
Does anyone listen, answer? Non

        Here the storm brews inside of darkened slates.
Yanking myself into some motion I thrust myself into
the morning to erase the need of conversation.
Ah the words "we are friends" echoes.

        Somewhere the irony of cliches find themselves
upon my thoughts and sarcasm pulls on the arm. Yet
I walk away. Prepping for my day.

        Indeed, your terms suck. Indeed, though, I
listen, I follow because the distance is evident. Silence
deafening. Defined.

       Eyes of millions, when the bridge is new, love.
Yet when neglect finds rotten wood all avert and
pray for weakness so to destroy.

      Only a small hope glimmers. Mine. Refreshing
the decaying structure with kindness, tenderness.
Yet I don't dare ask for help because whenever
your voice is ready, it is heard.

       Yes communications is the healthly dose of
repair needed. So decide.