Over the Miles

Louise Mathewson

Across the room
hangs a picture,
tall dark buildings in the background
in front the Golden Gate Bridge.
It carries a road
that spans across the bay
connecting two cities.

I want to walk
across the invisible bridge,
a pulsing cord
that connects us,
but I can’t yet find it.
It’s such a long span
of miles and heartaches.

I wrote a letter of apology,
received nothing back.
I wonder,
did it make it across the bridge?