"The Bridge Between"
We met where shadows breathe,
upon the bridge of whispered fate.
His hand, cold — yet calling mine,
a tether between life and something more.
The fog curled like fingers around us,
as branches reached with skeletal grace.
In that still moment,
time bowed — silent, breathless.
“Come,” he murmured.
“Leave the world behind.”
And I did.
For love wears many faces
some tender,
some dark,
all consuming.














