Bridges Are Not Wings

9/27/16 -- I miss you.

The city lights are shining brightly in the darkness of night

And my dad's car smells of gasoline,

But I have always kind of liked this smell.

I am trying to count the white dashes on the highway in hopes of forgetting you

But you are engraved in every fiber of my being.

I glance out the car window and I see no moon in the sky,

I see no stars,

I see nothing that shows we are connected in any way.

Are you searching too?

When I was young I always believed when we drove on highway bridges

We were flying--

Flying to where? I did not know.

All I knew then was how wonderful the thought of flying away from this life would be.

I know now that I would give anything for those highway bridges to be wings,

And my destination to be you.

Reviews

[Tori Jones]

This is a very meaningful poem, and I truly hope that you will find what you're looking for. Stay safe, be blessed....

~Tori

[Esther]

Thank you Tori. You're very kind :)

[Tori Jones]

No problem...