Drawbridge - Helena Deland

Coming to the drawbridge\nAnd by «drawbridge»\nI mean you\nTaking me right into my past\nBoth fellow walker and path\nHow long since you saw her last?\nWe’ve gone by\nI mean last time you saw me\nI called you funny\nAnd who was I\nWhen I could only guess about loss?\nWhere it takes you when\nYou can no longer call\nPuddles into the stream\nInto the river, ocean between\nLive water under out feet\nLet me see who in the world\nYou could now be\nLet me walk you through\nThis afternoon\nWhere will we begin?\nI’m coming to the town\nThat you now live in\nAdmittedly oblivious to\nThe fact that the drawbridge\nNow remains pulled\nPuddles into the stream\nInto the river\nDidn’t puzzle me\nWhen we said «Later»\nWhat did you mean?\nI wanted to know who we have been\nSo I might know how far I’ve flown