Heartbreak

by
Susan Abraham

I remember the couple on the bridge, the silence and the cold, and how I had become so tired, I had slipped away untold. I carry the sunrise in my pocket, an unburst rainbow in a locket, I brush the darkness from the mist... musn't miss the dawning of my bliss.
Then I see your face, its chiselled hard-boned edge, a charcoal sketch, a ghostly trace...from the glow of the tide's old, low ridge. Still smiling, still hiding...and you once more, the couple on the bridge.