No Bridge

No Bridge

I yoke him to vows with deficient chains. He heaves corroded promises
aside, and is surprised to discover fractures in my cross girders,
neglected and unmaintained. Our connection points
are weak bearings. My heart’s a hostage
in the sway of distortion and stress
cracking through his frame.
He still refuses to invest in
the struts that could save us.
My life is nothing he can’t
rearrange, drilling the cracks
to stave off the spread of decay,
saying he’ll find a way to live
without giving up the weight of his
indulgences. Any engineer could see
the impending collapse, my energy waning,
snapping with fatigue, repetition mistaken for the correct
redundancies in the main truss system. His strain gauge tares just
shy of the breaking point and continuous structural monitoring has been waived.