. I stand upon the Bridge of Sighs as teardrops fill my weary eyes and think of life that used to be when she was still in love with me. I watch the river down below. My woes don't interrupt the flow. It catches all my tears that fall yet makes no difference at all. I grab the railing hard and scream. "How dare the fates destroy my dream!" Above my head, two blackbirds fly and caw in answer to my cry. I sit upon the Bridge of Sighs as all the hope within me dies and mourn the man I used to be when she was still in love with me. . . Dave Irby is a retired law enforcement officer and a U.S. Air Force veteran, currently living in Halifax, VA.