The Girl On the Bridge
I know you have witnessed her beauty, you have been enraptured by her presence there, although no one knows what her reasons are or do they seem to care
Every day you can find her there looking deeply into the water beneath that wooden bridge, as though she is trying to conjure up a memory that in her mind she believes still exists
No one has told her the truth as they pass her by, they just discreetly watch as she wipes away the bitter tears streaming from her beautiful eyes
They wonder why she weeps, and they question her obvious pain, but no one dares to speak with her, let alone ask her name
She wears a long, black dress as though she is expecting someone to come walking by, but her eyes never venture from the dark waters that are reflecting there in her eyes
She rarely moves only to listlessly wipe the tears away, if only they could read her thoughts the things that they could say
The beautiful white swans gracefully glide by, dangerously close to one another taking her back to a more pleasant place in time
Where she once looked upon them as someone held her in his arms so tight, and as she watches them swim out of view, she sorrowfully remembers that night
The night that her soul left her body as she looked into his eyes beneath those stars, when he told her that he must go, they were to forever be apart
She fell to her knees as she wept upon that bridge, and gave up all hope of true love, knowing now it was only a cruel myth
And there upon that bridge surrounded by the beautiful wisteria hanging down, she thinks to herself ironically this is where she will be found
Among the beauty of the waters and the bridge, and the wisteria representing immortality, she knows now why she left her soul here so that she can long for peace
Peace within her soul after it was left lying for dead, there is nowhere more beautiful than this place on this bridge where love once lived, before bitter tears were shed
So, if you see her looking forlorn and gazing out across this bridge, just let her be and say a pray for her to eventually find her bliss.
Copyright © Amanda Kinzer | Year Posted 2022
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