The bridge *draft*

She would go to the bridge every day

It was beautiful

And it saw HER

She would meet gen

They would talk for hours in the

cool shade

They were beautiful
 

"In 113 years will we still be strong?

Made of our sturdy oak?"

Asked she

"Of course"

Would say gen

And they lived in peace

One day

113 years away from that

Happy outing,

She saw breaks

Cracks

Bruises

On her end of the

Sacred bridge

Gen never saw

She tried to repair them

For she had done nothing wrong,

But found a curtain

between the sides

Gen built a new bridge

All shiny and bright

Noting like the

Welcoming bridge of

Her

And

Gen

In 114 years

The bridge was gone