the bridge

Rain falls
on all sides of me
as I linger
on the edge.

Drip.

Sweat beads
on my brow.  Not nerves,
but relief.  With no one
and nothing left, I glance below.

Drip.

The blue chasm
swallows all.
Stretching my arms wide,
I welcome the pour.

One last tear falls.

Drop.