I need to walk across that bridge
between life and death, read
the goodbyes folded with flowers
add my prayers to your leap.
This is no longer a toll bridge.
Why did you spend your lives
offer the ultimate treasure up
and jump into that cold river?
Where you came from, where
you’ve gone – how could anyone
know you when you didn’t listen
to the beating of time?
Time would have bandaged all
your wounds, grown a thick skin
across scars, and battered down
the doors of bad memories.
I know that this is true. I’ve lived
beyond the need for death, laughed
at desperation and talked
myself alive again – whole
though some people might question
how whole and how sane but sane
enough; I am here to tell stories
and stronger than super-glue.