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Manhattan Bridge

Posted in cityscapes by Denise Rafkind on January 4, 2015

I remember when I saw you under the bridge.
You had already talked yourself down.
But you were still not convinced.
I sat with you.
You cried.
I bought you dinner.
You cried.
I walked you home.
You cried at the door.
Then you hugged me.
“I didn’t think anyone was left out there like you,” you said.
“We are,” I said, “sometimes it’s all in where you look. But don’t forget something.”
You looked at me.
“You’re damn great,” I said. “You matter. You’re worth it. Tomorrow deserves you.”
You smiled.