The Broken Bridge
The Broken Bridge by OSAiGBOVO
It is normal for bridges to erode,
Time takes what hands once built.
Stone crumbles, rope loosens,
The years press down like silt.
Islands face each other in silence,
Neither mourns the widening sea.
What joined once is now forgotten,
And the tide obeys no memory.
I walk the shore with quiet steps,
The path behind me gone.
No curse, no prayer, no bitterness…
Only the knowledge of moving on.
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