Bridges

threatening eye contact
You like where this is going.

Kiss my head
And blow out a rung on my ladder, which
Worries
my fog fog foggy mind.

I am running into things
like open door frames
and bridges I haven't burnt yet,
and entire ladders I haven't destroyed.

It has been a pleasure working with you,
But I will presently take advantage
of a rash decision

and crazy in love
with my
manic
choice

I will skip the bridges
the ladders

I will now across the great divide
from winter to spring
leaving you behind.

"I could get used to this" you say with your eyes.

But there is now no bridge behind me
and I am used to that already.