Thursday, October 6, 2016

Bad Habits

I have stayed with you
like your bad cigarette habit.
The footbridge that connected us
finally collapsed by too much wear.

I see you over there
back turned on me long ago
yet you look over 
your shoulder to see 
if I'm still looking on.

I wave, call you over.
You wave. Smile, &
come tip toeing across
when no one is watching,
never planting your feet.

I am now just too old
to rebuild the bridge.
Too wary to beckon
you over.

Someday the vines 
will take over
& camouflage our tracks. 


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