Broken bridge

Like broken words
I’ve come today
Lost communication
Between you and I.

Like broken woods
Unable to sustain
The heavy weight
Of a lost embrace.

Years have passed
Without a caress
In that path
Lost generations
Forgotten past.

Black bridge
As if not seen
A walk-through
To the other side
By the less known.

Broken bridge
I see you
As a part of me.
Even though
We knew
We only gave it name
We only said, “It’s there.”
But not once
Did we give it care.

A place for photo shoot
For quinceañeras, weddings
And other cultural agendas.
Rio Bravo’s black bridge
History’s mark has passed on
And with it
The memory of us is crushed
Forever gone…