The Bridge and the Milky Way

the bridge is disintegrating one chord at a time
my hands cannot stop it
they’re combing rice from your hair
put your beauty on a hanger
give me what you have within
on the roof, the access door is jammed
no one is moving up or down
we’ll just hang out here and watch for meteors
you pick a star and name it after me
I’ll kiss you and tell you that I love you
these things cannot be taken back
like the Milky Way they are forever

— GB