What has happened here, under this bridge?
Who has been driven down to the river,
Under the M56, that runs through to Manchester?
What drove them down there to that ugly grey world,
Cement blocks for chairs and graffiti to view
While they share stolen kisses and shoot up their drugs.
Why did that happen to her and not me?
And what fatal flaws has this place sometimes seen?
Margot Kinberg
You do wonder what you might learn if places like that bridge could talk, Rachel. I’m sure there’ve been hundreds of dramas played out there.
patientandkindlove
I seem to be walking under so many bridges at the moment and they do feel like they are littered with stories, most of them sad.
Lucy
So heartbreaking.