By a splinter...

So I'm sitting a top a hillside, waiting. I'm looking out in front of me for my friend to return. I was walking ahead talking, not paying attention to details, I felt something was different but I guess I just wanted to believe otherwise. So there I was, across the bridge and then I turned around... and I was alone. You were gone. As quick as you came, you were gone.

So here I sit. The bridge is had said to be burned. It's not burned, it's just slowly vanishing. Sometimes the universe knows when it's time to move on, even when we don't want to. So I sit with my chin on my knees, hugging my legs rocking back and forth.

I watch the bridge, it's hanging on by a splinter.... kinda like me I guess.