The bridge is gone.
I think it is.
I watched it burn
Like it meant this.
The beams gave way,
One by one,
Like they were tired
Of holding on.
The planks are gone,
All burnt and weak.
Like how I hoped
Things’d turn out to be.
I stood there thinking
That hope was done,
The other side
Too far to run.
I didn’t hear
The splash at first,
The river pulling,
Cold and worse.
I was too busy
Feeling small,
Like missing things
Was all my fault.
But then I saw—
A little shape,
Climbing up
From down the lake.
A fox appeared,
Soaked through and thin,
Fur stuck tight
Against its skin.
It shook itself
And said Oh well.
Like falling in
Didn’t feel like hell.
Its tail went up,
A silly grin,
Like, Hey! I guess
I still can win.
And standing there,
I felt it too—
Maybe broken paths
Still lead you through.
Maybe losing one way across
Doesn’t mean
You’re truly lost.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
The bridge is gone.
I think it is.
I watched it burn
Like it meant this.
The beams gave way,
One by one,
Like they were tired
Of holding on.
The planks are gone,
All burnt and weak.
Like how I hoped
Things’d turn out to be.
I stood there thinking
That hope was done,
The other side
Too far to run.
I didn’t hear
The splash at first,
The river pulling,
Cold and worse.
I was too busy
Feeling small,
Like missing things
Was all my fault.
But then I saw—
A little shape,
Climbing up
From down the lake.
A fox appeared,
Soaked through and thin,
Fur stuck tight
Against its skin.
It shook itself
And said Oh well.
Like falling in
Didn’t feel like hell.
Its tail went up,
A silly grin,
Like, Hey! I guess
I still can win.
And standing there,
I felt it too—
Maybe broken paths
Still lead you through.
Maybe losing one way across
Doesn’t mean
You’re truly lost.
Part 2 of 2
Dedicated to my Tulikettu
