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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