The Unspoken Connection

Today, I crossed the bridge, heavy with thought,

a weight of unsaid things in silence caught,

a couple stood still, hands intertwined,

gazing below, where dreams and waters aligned.

That bridge isn’t just steel, it’s life on hold,

a place where our stories whisper, untold,

underneath, the water ripples, reflects,

a dance of the past, the future it connects.

I felt the pull of words unsaid,

tangled like roots where fears once tread,

a bridge is a pathway but also a space,

a liminal zone where we dare to face.