Poetry 1.9

Silence…

A bridge thought to be whole
Was chipping and splintering
Not a word spoken
Walk across that bridge
No thought and no care
Not a word spoken
Something catches notice
Unusual and strange
Not a word spoken
A slight frown glanced
Across tables and secret messages
Not a word spoken
Turn back over that bridge
See damage and disrepair
Not a word spoken
Cold shoulders are greetings
Friends turned acquaintance
Silence was the damage