Bridging The Divide Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Shadows were cast between us,
the immutable silence
of words meant and left unsaid
and words said but never meant.
We had no need to discuss
the shifting scales' imbalance.
We felt the break in the thread
and grew pale in love's lament.

I fell with the autumn rain
and the sweep of the willow,
my lashes waving goodbye
to the back of your disgrace.
I crumbled beneath the pain
that surfaced on my pillow,
curled into the blackest sky
and the storm cloud of your face.

The strength to love has left me.
I feel weighted down with stones,
and leaves fall off like raindrops
or a string of pearls untied.
My room and heart are empty,
and I ache within my bones.
Clouds tangle in the treetops
but cannot bridge the divide.