bridge

Dedicated to: "Queen of Cliché", anush123 a.k.a.
          my  b e s t  f r i e n d  
I luv yah, nushie!
Shoutout to: "Queen of Covers",
wewildhearts
Thank you so much for the gorgeous cover!
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This poem might sound cliché, but guess what?
The best kinds of poems are.

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I thought it was just a school project
a school project
where
we were to construct
a wooden bridge model
and everyone else's bridges was flawless
and ours,
ours was a flaw in itself,
a flaw through and through

also know as
a pile of useless jagged wood,
a terrible excuse of a bridge
at least, it was one

before
i heard
the news of
moving away...
but not me, my best friend,
was
leaving
and i learned a long time ago
that
leaving means 'goodbye'.

and suddenly,
suddenly,
time was running, it was not long until,
i realized
all i would see of you,
was a face through a phone screen,
talking on Skype

and
that school project
that bridge model,
that pile of jagged wood,
meant a lot more than it looked.
it
was better than the other flawless bridges
in fact, it was a
reminder

a
r e m i n d e r
that my best friend and i worked on together. that we put in our best efforts in it.
so
the school project that
mercilessly
crushed any hope we had
of becoming engineers,
the excuse of a bridge
that
gave you cuts
and me splinters
also
gave us
memories.
forgive me in
advance,
for the cliché poem,
but
i wanted you to know that bridge
is not just a token, or an item of our friendship,
but a  r e m i n d e r.
yep.
the little, two inch wooden model.
the
b r i d g e