The Bridge

It's peaceful on the bridge
Watching water wash over polished stones.
See the tadpoles?
Hear the mermaids calling me?
Please let me go.

Note: This short poem (140 characters or less) was inspired by Stony River's 'Microfiction Monday' picture of an older couple standing on a bridge, looking down at the water. The picture seemed melancholy to me, suggesting that perhaps the couple was losing their fight against dementia. Be sure to check out Stony River (listed in my blogroll) for guidelines to Microfiction Monday.

I Forgot

I forgot how he looks in clothes that fit his skin
How handsome he is in a tux
I forgot that only yesterday
He was young and healthy and we laughed
A lot
I remember only
That I love him
Have always loved him
Will always love him
Even when skin and bones and blood
Are offered in fire
To the gods