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The Bridge
(Suspira)
You say some bullshit that doesn’t deserve the weight of words on a page.
“Mi amor, calmate, we were both very fucked up, lo siento.”
You kissed me goodbye. You walked away.
I didn’t say it. So maybe it wasn’t.
Months crawled by, loud and terrible. I let the blue walls absorb me; they know what happened. I
didn’t want to leave them; they whispered the truth.
“…it was / it wasn’t…”
Dímelo.
Machines beeped. Plastic tubes. White coats in and out.
“Amanda, your father is very sick. This could be it.”
I dragged myself to work. Compartmentalize, you must. Todo para la familia.
Hushed voices in the lunchroom.
“You look tired. Are you sleeping okay?” Siempre. Nunca.
Frantic voicemails. Texts left on read.
“Hi, it’s me. Llámame por favor.”
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