Bridges

​I’m sorry I let this bridge burn.  I know I let our memories turn into ashes.

But then I remembered how you always enjoyed playing with matches.

You stand across this river with nothing connecting us, nothing left to say.

I hear the smell of gasoline is hard to wash away.

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