Hope and happiness and

bridges, cracking and

crumbling.

Falling into despair

before one

can even respond.

Tears and triumph and

memories, falling and

hitting the water.

He said

"I love you"

that fateful day on the bridge.

And before I could respond,

his eyes fell on another

and I knew

we were history.

She was

a new girl,

a new victim,

a new object,

soon to be discarded

and cast aside.

Not knowing how

the sweet,

handsome,

man could ever be

so horrible.

Only he knows

how she'll end up,

hopefully better

than me.

Broken

and hopeless,

missing just a

little bit too much

of her heart.