A Bridge (2)
Where can I go if
you can never know me
from a note alone
composed in the rain
I knew you once,
before…
But you are in the suburbs
and I am in the city
I know I said,
it wouldn’t be fair to tell you secrets,
to then let you drown in tears
though I know you love the rain
There was a bridge I used to run under
when thunderstorms reigned, but still
I’ve always wondered
if I can go anywhere without you
There’s an empty meadow
where I go to scream, but
I wouldn’t mind if you overheard me
And I might dry your wet face
and ask you how you are
There was a bridge in the rain
we could’ve run under, and
might have cried gently together
and I think we
could have walked
to laughter after
I should have told you everything
when laughter was common like sunshine
But the bridge has been blown up
and a note is not enough.