the wooden bridges connecting you and me
on the day you decided to leave
on the day I realised you weren't coming back
I tore them down, I burned them down
ripping the charred wood as though
wrenching my ribs out of my chest
one by one didn't hurt at all

by the time I reached the last bridge
which still connects you and me
(on the bridge carved both your name and mine)
I dismantled the bridge with the expertise of a carpenter
one by one the wooden planks fell to my side
I didn't build a campfire with them
this last bridge
shall be a memory

with the wood I built a boat
a little boat carrying only me
in this little boat I sail towards the open sea