Your Bridge I. Structural Integrity

Part one.

Flowing in the crease of the concrete
The runoff of a swollen cloud
The drains rake in the last of it
But the bridge sways underneath the weight


The time it comes
The hands never freeze
The tick and the tock
In a regular swing

The tide it flows
Up from the sea
The crabs burrow down
In sand doomed to leave


Flowing in the crease of the concrete
The runoff of a swollen cloud
The drains rake in the last of it
But the bridge sways underneath the weight


Salt in the eye
Caught from a loose tear
It burns with the pain
Of losing someone dear

The time will come
The hands ticking near
The mind slows it down
To replay all the years


I grab hold of the plastic switch
I say goodbye and pull it down
Your curtain is drawn
But your script will remain


The needle's prepped
The white gloves draw close
Please sleep forever
I'll never let you go