he knows how
to burn a bridge

he learns easy
how pressure
and constriction work

rubbing together
two pieces of wood

chipping rocks
till spark flares

he knows how
to build a fire
but is a poor tender
of the heat

we can’t always control
what we create

he burned
a mile between us

some bridges
continue to smolder
long after the flames
finally die

making them
impossible to rebuild

I see him
murked out
in the smoke
a figure on shoreline
looking over
the rubble

I feel the heat
of the flames though
they have long gone

I feel
the twitch of
his glance
though I am looking away