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
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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