Bridges

This is part of a series of short poems called “Scraps.” I took the first word that my phones autocorrect thought I would write with a letter. In this case it was B and the word was ‘Bridges’. I then wrote the first thing that came into my mind.

And as the bridge beneath us

Broke

And i

Fell

You caught me

And we built another bridge

Which will never break

Since we built it on our love.

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