Bridges

Scott A.Haynes
Eyes reluctant... flit upwards...


Mirror reveals a shade...


What could be...might have been.


Engine singing its lonesome song...


Trepidation knowing what comes to pass...


Haunted, she glances...


A hesitation... twitch...no more.

Chin seeks chest...

And two hearts crumble.


The unemotional concrete remains silent.


Signal is given...


The aged truck continues its long journey...


Until its final silence in rust...


The Bridges stand still...


Haunted...


Those spirits trapped within its confines.

Published by Scott A.Haynes

Aspiring writer and musician living in the beautiful Bluegrass region of Kentucky. Welcome to the nether regions of my psyche!  View profile

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