Bridge by Elisha

Bridge Its left up to me Maintaining a bridge- fighting off the oceans of silence Alone -I struggle to keep up But as I strain to catch a glimpse of the other side, I see my precious work undone- “Why can’t I let these bridges lie? An important task? Why then is it left solely to me?” But with arms outstretched I wait- For a phone call that never comes A ‘hello’ I never hear Like Atlas my burden sits on my shoulders Ever waiting for the banal discourse to turn into something more- (the past maybe..) But it never does The bridge Creaking,   Cracking,      Collapsing A dull ache in my heart The final loss of a friend long gone The last strings cut away Friendship is a two way street- Don’t you hate it when people are double parked?