Under the Bridges

As we walked under the bridges our crowns slipped off and fell into the water. We could but stare as they sank to the bottom, where they still shone – blurred – like headlights through a haze of heat. You wanted to swim down to try and get them back, but I reasoned you into submitting to the predestined chain of events of which our lives consist. Then you jumped of a high rise, leaving only your neatly folded set of clothes behind. You became a beautiful splatter on the pavement. First, I wanted to scrape your wet remnants from the asphalt, but in the end, I submitted.