Burned Bridge

I stood and watched you walk away a hundred years ago

a careless shrug about you as you made like you don't know

that you've tossed a cig behind you as you're turning

and the bridge that stands between us now is burning.

 

I should have just accepted as a fact that you're indifferent

maybe you're inclement or deficient of equipment

Off I go and hum a tune, another bridge to cross,

wait! is that you calling me, oh well, too bad, your loss.

 

Its gone, the bridge is gone, its burned, no hope remains to glimmer

keep walking, don't you turn around, the distance makes you slimmer

I finally feel relief because i just don't care at all

that I am here and you are there and you're a cotton ball.

 

Samantha Jayne Frost

1/16/11