There used to be a bridge were you’re walking
It was the bridge of us
The bridge that led me towards you
The bridge that let you come to me
The bridge that united us
It was the bridge that we would sit on on cool, summer evenings
The bridge that we would dangle our feet under it’s railing
Where we would talk
Where you would put your arm around me, and brush aside stray hairs across my face
Where you would intertwine your hand through mine
Where you would smile, and laugh, and tell me how beautiful I was, and how lucky that you had me
The bridge where you made me feel secure, safe, like nothing bad could ever happen to me
The bridge...