You stood across the river, gold in hand,
\nA chest of diamonds gleaming in the light.
\nCome cross, you said. Together we will stand
\nAnd share the treasure. Everything is right.<\/p>\n
I trusted not your riches, but your word\u2014
\nThe only coin you placed inside my palm.
\nWe built a bridge where every promise stirred,
\nA wooden path so steady and so calm.<\/p>\n
Then silence fell like fog upon the stream.
\nNo warning, no goodbye, no falling rain\u2014
\nJust empty air where once there was a dream,
\nAnd I was left to knock and knock in vain.<\/p>\n
The river whispered nothing as it flowed.
\nI washed my face, I let the cool wind blow.
\nI did not curse the bridge that now was owed
\nTo ash and smoke and waters down below.<\/p>\n
The bridge has burned, I told the rising sun.
\nThe river flows, and I will flow along.
\nI mourned what we had lost, but when it was done,
\nI learned to live without your voice or song.<\/p>\n
Then from the blue, you called my name again\u2014
\nLet’s pick it up! Remember what we planned?
\nYou spoke as if no time had left a stain,
\nAs if you held an unburning in your hand.<\/p>\n
But fire does not answer to a wish.
\nA bridge of ash cannot be built anew
\nJust because you miss the old warm fish
\nThat swam beneath the planks you cut in two.<\/p>\n
I tried. I asked what happened in the dark.
\nYou shrugged. You promised gold and gems once more.
\nBut every question landed like a spark
\nOn ground too cold to kindle what we wore.<\/p>\n
So I moved on. No anger, just a sigh.
\nNo judgment tied a rope around my chest.
\nA bridge that burns is not a lie\u2014
\nIt’s just a choice that puts one soul to rest.<\/p>\n
So here’s the lesson, plain as river stone:
\nDo not burn bridges thinking they’ll unburn.
\nThe one you leave may build a world alone,
\nAnd when you come back\u2014find they will not return.<\/p>\n
The river flows. The sun still sets and climbs.
\nBut people, unlike water, learn to leave.
\nAnd silence, once broken, many times
\nIs all the answer that you’ll ever receive.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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