The past, the present across your worn walkways. Each step closer to what one wants to Forget! The pain, sweet joy, blissful ignorance. What hopes do wait there, the other side, loss, linked together: past and future, one, as we navigate your uneven walkways. Step lightly, dear traveller; you dare tarry not for what wonders await. What is promised on the other side depends on what one seeks: past or future. Your cobbled walkways lead where?

Too often, in solitude, we are apt to consider the existential. The reason for our being and, more so, attempt to divine the course of our lives. Bridges offer such contemplative introspection that it is hard not to think of yourself transitioning from one stage of life to another whenever one needs to cross one. I am reminded of the short poem penned in Barbuda; boarding a flight to Antigua and having to come to grips with the knowledge that you we not enough for your girlfriend. It’s not that you don’t know your worth or value; it just seems that you choose poorly in looking for what’s absent in yourself, in your lover. In wanting your Eve, that mythical woman that completes you, your choice only results in undermining your much-treasured peace. Ultimately, only you can determine whether your sense of self-worth will cause you to walk away.