Blackouts

My better judgement fails me when it guides me through the vacant lot, towards the bridge that waved you goodbye.
I’ve always wondered if things would’ve played out differently if I had been there to slam the brakes on time, but at this point who knows?

From the bridge when I look closely, really look, I can make you out gazing back at me from out afar and when I lean out as if to reach you, the bridge’s railings stop me as you smile before it all goes black.