Bridges Burned by Valerie Parente

No, I don’t think you’ll be coming around
because our isolated egos were never connected by the ground
and the only way across the chasm meant going on a bridge,
so shaky and unfaithful, always a struggle to manage.
The means of getting to me is gone now, reduced to ash
you lit the bridge on fire, then I published my draft.
I don’t expect to see you around any time soon
because that bridge was burned and I still blame you.

– Valerie Parente (7-16-2020)