Bridges

(A monologue) There are some bridges that have to be burned.

And so this is how it all ends. Years of a friendship torn in a few moments of weakness? Influences of vengeful voices turned stone into sand. Is it that easy for you? Is it truly that easy to all at once forget all truth and forsake who was most loyal to you? If your ability to stand by and watch someone drown comes without a second thought then may we all never learn how to see? May we remain blind from your cold face as we sink. I gave you all! Every penny I held in my pockets, I would have gladly put in your hands. Each battle, fought side by side, so quickly forgotten. Was I not good enough? Was I, after revealing my soul to you, not good enough? What else could I have done to stop you from casting me into my fears? Words I could have said, more I could have given? But of course there wasn’t more I could give, because I had nothing left but my bare hands, which I still would have held out in offering. Yet…that never was enough. Your weak heart gifted itself to betrayal and without a thought, you allowed it to go. Can I wish things would have gone better? Each day. Does it hurt to see your face? Of course. But there are bridges that are meant to fall. Things that are meant to burn. With a heavy heart, I stand upon my stone, and allow this bridge to burn and fall.