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We built a bridge

a poem

By Raquel MendesPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
We built a bridge
Photo by Andre Amaral on Unsplash

We built a bridge

Beautiful, solid

It had no plan

But now it stands

And you can’t cross

I went across

And you lit up

I went across

And you said more

And you said stay

Your side is lovely

A light I never pictured

A breath I never drew

Felt new pleasure

Dreamt anew

You know not my side

Not really anymore

Just a sip from my stream

and you crumbled

Ran back as fast as you came in

I bid you come back

A few steps, a few times

You try and toe the line

Something pulls you

You forget

The bridge, it calls me back

I keep crossing it alone

Still wonder if I should

I try again to bring you over

The pull is not enough

You say that my side is glorious

No faults to behold from afar

You say you’re not ready to cross

But the bridge is secure in its place

Still there, precious, safe

I stand alone at the bridge

If I stay, my side will spoil

Bit by bit

I will lose it

So will you

I come back

The bridge stays put

It taunts me

You cherish it

So do I, but

Sometimes I want to burn it

Break it into pieces

Make it ugly

So I won’t be tempted

So I’ll stand my ground

But I won’t burn it

Break it into pieces

Make it ugly

I will be tempted

I’ll stand my ground

(Can a bridge abandoned last?)

It’s winter here

The blue comes in

Turns into water

The tears are rain

And spring will come

love poems

About the Creator

Raquel Mendes

I am a visual artist and poet from Brazil, living in Canada. Bisexual, polyamorous, mother of two girls.

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