Suspension Bridge Effect

I saw dandelion fluffs flutter in the air,
and the suspended bridge drenched
in woebegone sunsets
started turning away from me.

I used to find refuge solely
in your architecture...
the way you are filled with warm sunspots
and rusty stories,
the way your afterimages follow me everywhere,
they are the soul of my being.

Dainty flowers have sprung
in the river banks,
common flowers were sleeping
by the wayside,
and I've always known you—
your bone structure,
defined collar bone,
the sonnets you didn't know
I've scribbled in your palms,
rough waters on your feet,
and the broken smile
you are afraid to show...

from a great distance,
I could still see your turned back.