Bridge Over What?

You are my bridge.
I could not have crossed without you.
I knew what was on the other side. Like rainbows and fairy tales, I don't believe in other peoples shit.
But, your hair smelled so nice.
I wanted to only write about my sister.
And scream.
Because screaming would give me a voice that can't be misunderstood.
"So that's how you feel. Why didn't you just say so?"
Because, I can write about all my words, and all my pangs-
but my sister.
She is untouched.

You are my bridge.
And I have crossed sides.
I look back and I don't remember not having you.
Did G-D send you looking for me?

Somewhere there is a girl and she is lost.
Find her.
And bring her across.

You are my bridge.

My husband lets you walk me across.
Because he can't.
Because he loves me too much to watch me bleed.
So, I smile for him to see me smile.
And I walk like I have poise...
but you know better.

Don't you?

You know that I have clung to you and made it seem like you needed me.
And I have told you things with a sideways look,
because head on the lights always blind you.

You are my bridge.

But I have to go back.
Alone.

Did you know that?
That I would cross with you, but have to go back myself?