You need to burn that bridge before 

you get burnt while standing on the bridge.

When that friendship, relationship 

has come to an end, you know it. 

You feel it yet you want to cling to it. 

But they’ve spilled the gasoline, 

you lit the match and the fire has 

began to spread. Still standing 

on the flaming bridge you can see 

that they’ve gotten off unharmed 

while you are still frozen in place as if the 

bridge won’t crumble at any moment. 

In that moment you recall that there is 

no scarcity of bridges in this lifetime so 

you quickly get off only making it out 

with the clothes on your back.