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Writer's pictureHeather Burkett-Ocasio

"The Bridges You Have Burned"



I was hurt when you didn’t call.

I was hurt when you didn’t write.

I was hurt when you were “busy”

During each and every invite.

And my heart was broken

When I saw the pics

You were all there, smiling, together -

only we were missed.

And the holidays were lonely

Without you all there

But, I think, that may be when I realized

That you just didn’t care.

And it hurt when I visited your profile

And found we were no longer friends

Though, I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised

That what little we had left came to an end.

I wanted for us to be closer.

Wished and hoped and tried.

I’ve missed the bond that we once had.

I’ve grieved it so; I’ve cried.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll follow you

Across bridges you have torched.

I love you and I’ll miss you, but I’m no longer

Willing to get scorched.

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