In this poem, there's a silence that hangs over the land, and it feels strange but oddly peaceful. The story is about a man who spends a lot of time building bridges, both literal and metaphorical. But his bridges have problems, and they often fail.
He really loves one of his bridges and works hard to keep it in good shape. But he has to share it with someone else, who eventually abandons it to build new bridges. The man tries to make things right, but it just leads to more pain and arguments.
As he watches the bridge crumble, he wishes things could have been different. Now, there's silence in the land, and he's left with memories of what he once had, while the other person moves on to build new bridges.