Bridge
I haven’t left a single bridge
For you to follow behind
I’m sorry, but that’s just me
You must think me unkind
But I am a firm believer that
When its gone, then its gone
That’s why I left no bridges
For you to follow along
Its not that we aren’t good people
We are, both, in our own way
Just not good for each other
Sometimes that’s the way things play
So, let’s just wave goodbye
From our opposite shores
And head in different directions
Me, in mine; you, in yours
July 16, 2013
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Bridge
PoetryWhat happens when all the talking has stopped? When the love is there but hidden? When the bridge crumbles?