to burn bridges

i have built bridges

from my heart to others

and when the other side leaves

the bridge becomes abandoned

vines and foliage weigh down the bridge

and it adds to the weight on my heart

i return to the bridge and look at it sometimes

it's despondent yet serene

but it hurts too

so i have decided to burn these half-abandoned bridges

to alleviate the weight on my heart

and allow me to finally heal

to have nothing to call me back to the barren wasteland,

that replaced you when you left