Sunday, October 7, 2012

THE BRIDGE

by Theresa Lovelace

It glistened in the sunlight
And with the masses of passersby
    there was a solitude
A loneliness that seem to go unexplained.

Below was a reflection of emptiness
   filled with tears of yesterday's tomorrows
And as sounds of distant laughter permeated the lull
It glistened in the sunlight.

An eerieness hovered over the breathtaking expanse
As it stretched from then to now
    with a multitude of unknown destinations
    nestled in its breast.

I walked along the bridge that day
Overwhelmed by the loudness of its lonely silence
A deafening silence
And I too felt a loneliness
That to this day has gone unexplained.


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