The Bridge

it came into view one summer day,
a long time ago,
seemed of little importance,
so, they passed on by,
choosing another road –
the one called Least Resistance . . .

choosing compromise over conflict,
detouring emotions and avoiding opinions,
giving no thought to the old bridge,
until they’d gone full circle

what was once an opportunity,
was now the end

brokenhearted, they stood on either side,
wishing they had crossed that bridge together, when they had come to it

. . . the first time



(Originally posted 2015/2016)

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