The Bridge

You’re on other side
of the bridge you chose to burn

You cry out for my friendship
the kind your heart will always yearn

I can still see the glow
from the embers of your torch
Still feel the heat from the path
You chose to scorch

I will walk a new way
without you by my side
I will walk away the memories
of the time you chose to lie

But maybe one day just around the bend
I will choose to make a new bridge
and try again to call you friend.

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