I had no idea how easily the bridge would go
It seemed like we had built something so solid
Already constructed on the ruins of failed attempts
But this one, this was going to be the one
A moment of fear, a few thoughtless words
Thinking as mine what should have been ours
Those words flying with unerring aim
To the bases of the pillars on which this bridge was built
Sitting, deadly as dynamite, armed and waiting
Too late in realizing the danger of those words
Too late to reel them back in
Now understanding that the damage was done
The disaster a matter of when, not if,
The only question the size of the explosion
Merely awaiting truth, the detonator
There was no massive flash, no fireball
No scorching wave of heat
Just silence
And then
A shifting
A crumbling
Watching in horror as the pillars groan
Then buckle
The agonizing descent of the bridge’s collapse
The only thing to do:
Get down into the dirt
Amidst the rubble
And start rebuilding, brick by brick
Praying that one day you will trust it
To hold you again