A memory near faded
A monument of time lost
Leading back on the path
Like a breadcrumb left
A travel-worn road
A traversal of paths
Bridging the gap
Between coming and going
An unfathomable depth
An unsure traveler
Stuck on the outskirts
Searching for the pinnacle
A realization of triumph
A retreat forward-moving
Trip of a lifetime
Tempering past hurts
A gratifying relief
A glimpse of shared affection
Presence obscures pain
Patching fissures in miles
Have I mentioned before how important bridges are for me metaphorically? This is either my second or third poem with a bridge as the inspiration, and this one speaks so much to the trip itself and how reconnected I feel with my mom while we spend endless hours together in a car, a train, a plane, or a boat. It is healing and inspiring every single time. I hope you see that through the messy windshield.
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