The Bridge

Were you there
Where once we sat
Upon the bridge
Watching herons
Fish the  pool
Beneath our feet,
And did you say 
It didn't matter
That this day
Would be our last
Together?

Such rhetoric masks the pain.

And the herons
Slowly took to flight
And you just took
The movement as your cue,
Stepping towards your future,
Slipping into my past,
Your silhouette etched
Finely into my memory
As our initials
Remained
Finely
Part of the masonry.

JL June 20 11:30