The bridge.

The bridge.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The bridge.
When he said. " Will you marry me? "
She said.  "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Well! Four thousand miles later.
No bridge!
As the flood waters
crossed over it,
there was a parting
of the ways
in the waters.
A bridge of no return.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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with a hint of humor mixed in, so much sadness and regret in these words.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob for your comments I'm glad this write reached out for a review.

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andrew mitchell

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