Bridges never burnt

I'ts night
and I tried to post this in another forum
in Norwegian
it failed
and my words are sleepy
and smiling

but I am in Bergen
and the drizzle covered my glasses in fog
when I walked the few hundred meters
from there to here
in the very velvety darkness

and as I walked
in the wet
with a lightness in my step

I thought of bridges never burnt

of friendships that have been hard
and wounded
and sore
but never truly abandoned

and of apologies
never truly spoken
because to speak them would be
to speak of the hurt
and

since we know that
the hurt was never solely caused by -
and never actually intended

speaking it would be to name the beast
and this beast named
would be a harder beast to slay.

And now the wounds are gone
the differences forgotten
and the only thing remaining is a passage
free
and trusting

which is why my step was light
and why I pondered
the bridges never burnt.