Do you remember our place of sorrows?
Our hidden world?
The land where only two knew the way?
Our Bridge of Terabithia?
Now the ground slides from beneath me
as I recall:
A promise made, forgotten by you
perhaps.
Neither shall go without the other.
I still obey our secret oath.
An ancient branch, spanning the stream,
Covered in moss, it creaked, it shook,
You warned me not to cross–
Do you remember?
Now, I have seen our hidden spot-
But from afar, never fear,
I did not venture closer than need be,
And it is changed, as you shall see.
The branch has fallen.
The mossy log on which you sat,
Yours and Nature's throne,
From where you laughed, it is no more.
If you should go, with me, of course,
For fear of a childhood curse,
You would not recognize it,
It is simply not the same.
It is fallen, now, a last reminder of
your power over me,
My first broken heart, it is gone, gone
for ever,
Forgotten, just like you, my dear.
Our ill-fated Bridge of Terabithia.
