A bridge made of hair...

I was walking on a bridge made of hair...
Lots and lots of tiny piece of hair...
So dark and smooth...
Soft and tender...
I could smell the fragrance..

On a different ocassion,
The bridge felt different...
It was not dark, i could see some accent to it...
It looked still so soft and tender...
But, the fragrance was different...

I was amazed by its enchantment...
But, I began to worry...
Where's my bridge?

The bridge I long crossed?
The bridge I long cares?
Is it still the same?
Or long gone?