My better judgement fails me when it guides me through the vacant lot, towards the bridge that waved you goodbye.
I’ve always wondered if things would’ve played out differently if I had been there to slam the brakes on time, but at this point who knows?
From the bridge when I look closely, really look, I can make you out gazing back at me from out afar and when I lean out as if to reach you, the bridge’s railings stop me as you smile before it all goes black.
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