Lonely Links
Along the path of a Summer’s reverie,
there is this obscure covered bridge-
he always seemed to be smirking at me,
along the shoreline’s costal ridge.
He’s the one made of pure pine,
the one who never had a real name-
I guess I always thought he was fine,
but since his lover died, he’s not the same.
She used to walk, link by lonely link,
along the curvature of the span-
She’d cry to him, laugh and think,
oh, that beautiful sweet Leanne.
He covered her from the weary rain,
gave her comfort in times of need-
Embraced her every woeful pain,
and to an emerald field, he did lead.
This covered bridge was lonely too,
but together they became mates-
And after all that they’d been through,
I guess Leanne dying was his fate.
August 27, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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