Solitude

Alone across a bridge that spanned a gully created by a stream that scurried to the lake stood a structure. So this image begins a muse of more words of you. I don't know how to say how I feel but I will try. Detachment like any out of body experience is looking at yourself sans emotion and it hurts to realize how cold I can be at times. Neither can I defend those times of detachment nor can I allow myself to know I've seen them as my most perfect reality. I must constantly call them my dreams or believe there is a natural progression that will take place in time. Bridges have fascinated me for a very long time but some I never cross. I found a place to rest my complex and imagining mind across a bridge. I walked to the gazebo in that cluster of trees next to the lake and found you there. There is no distance between us only miles. There is no discernable future other than today and I don't care. All that matters is that solitude we occasionally find when it's possible and the pleasure of your smile.