The Troll Bridge

the clatter

of skateboard wheels, the crunch

of tussling in autumn leaves, laughter

at intimate jokes, lines

from movies and books, dreams spun

spider web thin, abandoned, collecting dust, yet sparkling

in the right slant of light

these memories, we shared, now

mine alone

I horde,

an angry troll under the bridge

that others

dare not cross

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