Lock Bridge

Tayla Vannelli

Rain doesn’t discriminate

Between rivers and bridges

Drops trickle down the fences

Slipping between iron chains

Shaped like diamonds  

Metal bonds symbolizing forever

Begin to rust and decay  

Names and dates shrouded

Their infinite love

Now illegible to the world  

Years later, their forever is found

A passerby stops to gaze  

At the brown rotting lock

Held strong to a “dry” bridge

Dripping with rainwater  

The lock shoved between

Countless memorials to loves long lost