Last night my thoughts dwelled in melancholy recalling what we once shared had been good before we made the mistakes of mutual folly and on opposite sides of a bridge we now stood You called, I answered. Both having need to talk but the bridge between us still kept us far apart Would one of us take the first step of the walk, afraid the risk would end again with a broken heart? We spoke of memories that we both held dear, and of those that caused me to wear a sad frown Neither of us moved. We were still standing here, in fear that one step would burn the bridge down Is it too late to cross the deep chasm of this abyss? Would holding you in my arms change even one thing? Could love be rekindled with one passionate kiss? Then, you said you were taking off your wedding ring. At the foot of that bridge, I stood completely alone as you walked away without one word of goodbye Into that unbridgeable chasm, I tossed my phone and threatened my eyes, "Don't you dare start to cry."