Submitted for Picture Writing Challenge #19


Our Bridge

The path still winds along the wooded mountain

You are not there.

The river still moves gently below

You are not there.

Our ancient stone bridge leads to our place

You are not there

I know you’re gone.

I come to our bridge to remember.

NaBloPoMo November 2013


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