Standing on the Bridge of Independence
you could be my everything
as if i could own it all
or even as if one human soul
could retain every single need.
no. you could be the one i whisper
secrets to in the dark. but wait-
you were, at one time. i suppose
you could be that still, but no.
you are not. and why is it that way
that you have fallen away
from our crimson-nosed tete-a-tetes?
it is because i am free at last
free at last, thank God almighty,
i’m free at last!