A Bridge Made of Today

A Bridge Made of Today

I hear time ticking like a watch beneath my skin,
My past stacks up like letters I never sent.
The future pulls away like a receding tide,
And regrets grow tall, like weeds in silent fields.

So I choose this hour, small as a grain of sand,
I write one honest letter, I pull one weed.
I step where the light still waits for a foot,
And let today be the bridge before night.