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There’s I place I go to When you cross my mind It’s almost as if your still there By my side Whispering in my ear Caressing my palm We called it the bridge to nowhere I remember meeting you there Sitting near the end Staring out towards the water You approaching me I remember looking up At your perfect tanned face Your messy dark hair Your mesmerizing gold eyes Casually wearing your football jersey. I remember your simple hello Your nervous chuckle Your silly smile. I remember smiling back And inviting you to sit. Our first meeting on the bridge to nowhere I remember sneaking out after dark To meet you there Just to lay on the bare wooden boards Staring at the moon I remember the smell of flowers that spring branches blooming nearby The smell of smoke and spices Forever embedded in your clothes. I remember your singing Sweet nothings in Spanish Softly in my ear Entwined together on the bridge to nowhere I remember your high school graduation Your mother so proud Your sister excited Your father crying I remember your first game in college Your running onto the field Pride and joy in your eyes Though you didn’t play Because of that sprained wrist I remember your sweaty embrace And your ramblings of the game Reviewing every play Your eyes shimmering with excitement Racing to the bridge to nowhere I remember that call Which changed my life My heart stopped I couldn’t think I remember rushing to the hospital Crying with your little sister Collapsed on the floor I remember your bloodied face Wrapped in linen Tubes bursting from your chest I wanted to race to the bridge to nowhere I remember spending my nights Curled by your side Willing you to stay Strong I remember that endless tone That said you were gone I cried at the bridge to nowhere I remember curling up in your hoodie Smelling you Pretending it was you Your arms surrounding me I remember lying by the stone That recalled your name Talking to you Burning letters by the small candle I remember cleaning out your room With your mother and sister Finding that little box by your bed Your final gift to me I opened it at the bridge to nowhere I still go there sometimes With a letter filled With promises to you And a flame by which to send it.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC

lindsay-alayne-stevens

The Bridge to Nowhere

There’s I place I go to When you cross my mind It’s almost as if your still there By my side Whispering in my ear Caressing my palm We called it the bridge to nowhere I remember meeting you there Sitting near the end Staring out towards the water You approaching me I remember looking up At your perfect tanned face Your messy dark hair Your mesmerizing gold eyes Casually wearing your football jersey. I remember your simple hello Your nervous chuckle Your silly smile. I remember smiling back And inviting you to sit. Our first meeting on the bridge to nowhere I remember sneaking out after dark To meet you there Just to lay on the bare wooden boards Staring at the moon I remember the smell of flowers that spring branches blooming nearby The smell of smoke and spices Forever embedded in your clothes. I remember your singing Sweet nothings in Spanish Softly in my ear Entwined together on the bridge to nowhere I remember your high school graduation Your mother so proud Your sister excited Your father crying I remember your first game in college Your running onto the field Pride and joy in your eyes Though you didn’t play Because of that sprained wrist I remember your sweaty embrace And your ramblings of the game Reviewing every play Your eyes shimmering with excitement Racing to the bridge to nowhere I remember that call Which changed my life My heart stopped I couldn’t think I remember rushing to the hospital Crying with your little sister Collapsed on the floor I remember your bloodied face Wrapped in linen Tubes bursting from your chest I wanted to race to the bridge to nowhere I remember spending my nights Curled by your side Willing you to stay Strong I remember that endless tone That said you were gone I cried at the bridge to nowhere I remember curling up in your hoodie Smelling you Pretending it was you Your arms surrounding me I remember lying by the stone That recalled your name Talking to you Burning letters by the small candle I remember cleaning out your room With your mother and sister Finding that little box by your bed Your final gift to me I opened it at the bridge to nowhere I still go there sometimes With a letter filled With promises to you And a flame by which to send it.