The Bridge, Our Bridge

You wanted to take me to a bridge, you said, a place you sought comfort, where you could watch the stars as you inhaled herbs into your lungs as you thought about life.

It was so cold that night, so we held each other for warmth, and I held you closer when cars drove over the grate on the bridge because it didn't feel sturdy and I always sought sturdiness.

You tested my fears, holding my shaking hands tightly as we walked across the metal grate, whispering sweet nothings to keep me from crying.

I feared the worst.

Soon we were wrapped tight in each other's arms, holding all of the broken pieces in place as we cried to each other.

So maybe I thought loving you was a mistake before.

But that night on the bridge - our bridge...