Tall, once grown
A tree needs neither sap nor season
To pine

(for her)

I don't burn bridges, I preserve those wonders of old. I let the waters rise, whilst I remain underneath its ridges and contours.

I don't burn bridges, not because that I am mature.

I don't burn bridges, because I am alone; and a bridge is a well travelled road.

I think the reason
I search so hard for love
Is because I know I will never
Find some inside of me