my bridge . . .

my bridge

there was only one bridge

that connected my heart to the world

and every time she came around

she would inadvertently set it on fire

i say it this way

to give her the benefit of the doubt

for doubt kills me,

for it takes the sugar out of my hopes

that she will return again

with her unrestrained passion

and burn my damned down again

© 27 February 2011