I've wondered but for the longest time,
about your side of the bridge.
Lush.
Green.
Lively & serene.
While I huddle to branches in my barren winters,
this my side of the bridge.
Barren for a little eternity,
barren only for me.
Now smoke in my eyes, now smoke in my lungs.
And I reach you but during winters.
When now it blooms on my side,
only to watch the bridge burn.
