On A Lonely Bridge Poem by Medusa Waves

Standing above the speeding cars, the trucks, the occasional motorbikes..all the lights below resemble the glimmering sea.
Vast and dark, dashing and quick as they sped by underneath.
The highway never looked so tranquil.
As I pondered my memories- the delightful first kiss, my first love and first embrace of intimacy. A tear began to roll mournfully down my cheek, stopping at the edge- then slipping quickly down to the endless highway below.
Must have been a bit more than a story, perhaps 15 feet.
The sounds of the tires hurrying along the black pavement sounded buzzed and earie in my ears.
I stood and looked below, and a sudden sensation of morbidity filled inside me as I acknowledged the end of all those memories.
I never meant to hurt anyone
I never meant to cause anyone pain
How can loving someone with all that is human in me…be so awful
I never got my answer.
What if I did do it. What matter will it have tomorrow…
Or the next day?
It seemed so easy, so placid. Delightful. Liberating. Forgiving…
But all the people that have told me not to began to reappear before me as if they were there with me at the edge of the bridge.
Holding me, it seemed, down onto the ground.
A feeling of cowardice began to eat at my brain and I began to yell-
I fell.
But not below to the highway of the endless forgiving sea of lights and dashing sounds. But to the ground below me, cold and truthful as it was, I couldn’t help but to cry.
I heard myself. Hoping no one was around, I let it flood out of me.
Time passed and the snot forming got to the point where I couldn’t manage to breathe, so I stood.
I looked down below again. The sea was gone and all that was left was a barren black surface, with angry, hurrying lights flaring up at me.
I lit a cigarette, with my head hanging low, and my mind feeling high and empty, I walked back to my car.
I sat there, waiting for my body to feel again