Eternal Bridges

Burning bridges That tired metaphor Often still seems so apt But you missed one important point When you tried to light that fire The fact is that we Like any modern bridge Were never made of wood You tried to ignite Concrete and steel Under an ocean gasoline Threw the match Watched the flames And walked away Thinking you had done A necessary evil For us both to survive But as the flames died away The heat began to dwindle It became blatantly obvious The structure is still there This was no matchstick trestle No tinder span we crossed Those flames that were so impressive Left no destruction in their wake Now I'm left to sit and stare At that empty overpass I know chasing across it Would be wrong So I stand here quietly waiting For you to realize the truth That while the metaphor may tired The bridge is still intact