Often I find myself revisiting the bridges I built in my youth with best friends, crushes, or even the kids I just ate lunch with.
Tell you the truth,
It's more like visiting patches
Of charred remnants and ashes
Of these bridges that burnt
Down in batches
I attemt to reminisce, but I was remiss
So I repress my part in this
As the arsonist.
The fact is
I never really liked playing with matches.
