Day Twenty Four: Broken Bridge

Finger nails in your crack
Cringing slightly as the pull
Of rough stone fights
With my fingerprints
Pulling them into a new shape
A new person, a new identity
Then I let go, and am the same.

Cracked stone in a bridge
I touch you every time I pass
Sometime more moss
Sometimes bird shit
Sometimes mud from
Callous cars.
Always that crack,
That never seems to widen
Just is.