So many years have passed
Her jealousy claws away at her being, eating her alive
The bridge decays
She doesn't leave, yet she does return
For what purpose very little people know
She still stands there, just as she did those years ago
Yearning to be free
No one's crossed the bridge in a long time
Her hands that used to hold another, now no longer
That person has long passed on
Becoming no more than a faded memory of once happier times
Her heart knows, yet denies it
Allowing rage, sorrow, and longing to build within
Time passes and the bridge decays
Yet,
She still waits
Yearning to be free