Bridge's Burned

I met a man form out of state

Who seemed to be a bit on edge;

Filled he was with so much hate,

And from the past what he would dredge.

“Get over it.” I’d often say.

“Take a break, what’s done is done.”

But attention, do you think he’d pay?

Man, the dude was some kind of fun.

What a downer to be around,

And so it was I got away;

But then I saw a girl he’d found

And I thought he might be okay.

So I introduced myself, you know,

And very nice she seemed to be;

But I had to think she must be slow,

If his hatred she couldn’t see.

And so I asked him how he’d been

When suddenly he began to curse,

And then it was I began to glean,

The nice young lady was his nurse.

And how he hated me that I learned,

In that moment of our greeting,

Which reminded me of bridge’s burned,

And why the hell was I repeating?