The Bridge of Sighs

The Bridge of Sighs
Yellow dusty fog settles
The burial shroud
Of two children who
Dreamed themselves to
Be in love
The Bridge of Sighs
The moaning river
Passes under slowly and
Stickily, it remembers
Their tears falling as
Processions streamed across
Its darkened waters
The funeral of two
Children who dreamed
Themselves to be in love
The Bridge of Sighs
Silent stones tell no one
What passed that
Fateful night, the
River was smooth and
So very still it sidled
Under the bridge unaware
Of two children who
Dreamed themselves to
Be in love and were
Murdered
There in the cold night air, their bodies folding
Together like petals of a dying flower, falling
Over the edge of the bridge of sighs into the
Unfeeling waters below
It was jealousy
I think