Bridges

Distance, even for a short while, still is Whether it’s a river or a stream, you still need a bridge But bridges burn And even when they don’t They weather They rot They fall apart so slowly You don’t notice until the floorboards have collapsed beneath you And you’re left with nothing Just the remnants of the bond you thought would last forever Clutched to your chest in agony as you desperately try to fit the pieces back together Tape and glue and screws and staples won’t fix it So you begin to fall apart, too And those staples and screws and tape and glue Are never enough To get you through.