Bridges.

It started with a creak,
And then a tiny crack followed.
Days passed and  the crack in the bridge only grew wider.
As I sat by the riverside,  waiting for the sun to rise,
Realisation dawned on me.
Time will eventually heal all wounds,
But some cracks are never meant to be mended.

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