Broken Bridges by Anthony Tucker

Bridges colliding two cities into one,
Creates the perfect tie, 
A sense of comfort, stability, and anticipation
Concretetly still.
Waving off the swift ocean breeze 
While we stare into eachothers eyes
And enjoy the moment of peace and serenity
The light blue waves looked good on you 
As the green trees and scraped skies 
Reflected from the Blue in my eyes 
And combined two cities into one 
Both so similar, yet different
The Final ultimatum,
Weakness with time.
Concrete Bridges, 
Always Have been in two 
Yet the relation between us 
limned the allusion of unity
Singularity.
Now, A loss of Regularity.
The blue skies turned dark 
While a sudden wind turned peace 
Into several broken bridge pieces.
Continuously facing High tide 
And Hail from the Texas Sky.
Concrete, suddenly transitioning into
Water logged wood.
Seperating us as we gradually drift away
And filling the two cities 
With the massing of Distance 
And the apparence of the Difference..
of these two cities. 
I wake up from my dream
Grasping for you, 
Overcome by reality 
I feel the familiarity of emptiness 
And the hypothetical storm 
Devouring my Inner being.
 
Goodmorning