Bridges

You had your mother, I had mine
You had our father, and I did not
I have never hated nor cared of that
For awhile that year between us was gone
We were sisters, close, almost like twins
Now we stand but with threads left
We were sisters
But now no relation is remembered
You had your life and I had mine
Barely did they intermingle with one another
You made your decisions, and I made mine
We've both burned several bridges in our days
Several of them leading to each other
Only one stands left
This bridge is red with embers
Yellow with glowing flames and rising heat
We only have one smoldering bridge left
We were sisters, but now, mere strangers