This poem was inspired by a postcard of a girl standing alone on a wooden bridge, smiling. I was so intrigued I just had to write about it.

The bridge is still there

The place you spoke to me first

The place I dream of

Come with me you said

And I came, wanting to know

You whispered to me

There, watching your face

Changing to mirror my joy

I whispered back yes

But now it is gone

Because I wanted it to

Then, not anymore

Because now I cry

Like a dreamer with heartache

Retracing the past

April sunny day

As I send the first letter

And pray it comes back

It finally does

With one simple easy word

You whispering yes

The bridge is still there

I know you will speak to me

You remember too

I walk slow at first

Then a run faster faster

Because you are there

You know what will be

And I climb the narrow steps

All whispering yes

I have few reasons

But reasons aren’t what I want

All I need is yes

We say everything

We are reading our story

Realizing it. Yes

Bridge over water

Where all my memories are

Well, the ones I need

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