I had a friend
Who once walked
This bridge
Many more times than I did
Many more times than I ever will
Or so I wish
If she walked on this
Never-ending bridge
On that summer night
She might still be here with us
Still walking
Still walking
Never-ending
Here
And yet
She walked
Not on this bridge
But into that godforsaken bus
Sat on that godforsaken chair
Where she left
All of us
At the middle of this bridge
I stop
To look up at the sky
And wonder
How often did Gy
Looked up
At the moon
To see it as if for the last time
I hope she did
Oh, I hope she did
As often as she can
I walk pass the bridge
Farther towards the park
And see them benches
Did she giggled too
On one of these
Surrounded by friends
As she imitates
An actress perhaps
Or did so
Out of nature
We still hear her laughs
Or did she
Followed her solitude sometimes
Sitting on the new grass
Away from everyone
As the wind blew
On her polished face
I hope she did
Oh, I hope she did
As often as she can
Because
If Gy walked on
That never-ending bridge
On that summer night
We won’t be talking
About her this way
Missing her
Writing poems for her
Remembering her
Once a year
On her birthday
For she
Like all of us
Like most of us
Young and strong
And still many years ahead
Will still be here
But instead
She walked into that bus
Not on that bridge
I hope she did
Oh, I hope she did