Bridges

The last time I was here a forest fire burned down all the bridges.
Still not sure who the arsonist was.
Could have been me.
I was 17.

I lived on the island alone for a long time.
Eventually, new bridges were constructed.
Me became We
and
I became Us.

Now I’m 23.
The bridges are now made of better wood.
Yet they were still wood.
And wood burns.