Our Side

the bridge
never meant to divide,
yet it did.
we lived road side,
the wild west
where cars parked where ever
and girls sat in the backseat

and they lived,
the middle of the road
where manners ruled
and proper ties were severed, hearts meant to be broken.

we could visit,
if we so choose
but our choice was to stay
home, where friends are close
and enemies live closer
away, away where the sky is black.

The dark side of the sun
meant to comfort -brought sorrow.
You learned to survive.