Burn the old bridges
So you can build newer ones
These wooden planks are haunted by the ghost of a good time
In which I held your heart close to mine

So I reach for the gasoline and let it go by the liter
Covering the porous surface where our feet once stood
Together
Looking out at the water
And contemplating the beauty of how everything in life comes from it

It only takes a small spark to ignite
Mistook your arms for suspension cords
Mistook your words for face value honesty
I throw the match where we notched each other's names in the wood
It seems fitting at best to start where we did
In a poetic fashion
Destroying the connection

I got out just in time to watch it fall in to the muddy river
A single tear fell down my cheek in mourning for the loss
More water to sustain more life
But there will be a new bridge built here
Made of steel, much like my heart now
And new lovers will write their name in sharpie
Something much less permanent than the destroying of wood
It seems fitting because love is gone
Love is fleeting
And that's the reason for this bridge I'm building