Waiting

I will walk across a bridge and notice the water beneath. I am going to see the ripples and hear the waves stroking the embankment. Picking a spot over a metal grate, and I will rest my arms on the railing.

I turn my head towards the setting sun. I am waiting, and waiting. I have been waiting so long I scarcely remember what I am waiting for. Yet I am not stopping, I continue to stand looking across the bridge. I keep leaning on the stone rail, feeling the sun dimming on my skin.

It was night and I shivered. I wondered where the sun had gone, and how long I had stood there. I couldn’t remember, yet I gazed at the passers-by. I started to walk again, across the bridge to where it should’ve been. I tapped the pavement with the sole of my shoe and I walked on. I left a wet shoe print that soon would evaporate.