I built a bridge of trust towards you
As many others before and after me had
Some looking up to you;
All caring for you;
But all it dies in vain
As you burn these bridges.
I watched from afar as our bridge crumbled.
Time and distance had pulled us apart.
Time made me realise I had to expect more from you;
The morsels of attention and supposed love,
Just were not enough anymore.
Distance said I didn’t need you
I was far better on the other side of our bridge
Loving you from afar.
I still needed to get to you,
I still cared
But I stood by as you drench your side in gasoline.
And as you prepared to strike the match…
“Don’t do it! Please, don’t do it”
You heard me as I shouted
I would still need to get you
I said I cared.
Yet you struck the match,
And looked into my eyes as you flung it towards me.
Our bridge, at least your side, became engulfed in flames.
Flames that incinerated each memory we had,
Every moment we had shared,
Each inside joke we had laughed at.
You watched it burn.
But I watched it burn too.
As the flames slithered towards my side,
I watched it burn.
I had learnt the lessons that Time and Distance had taught,
So I watched it burn.
It burnt until only ashy remnants of what we had were left,
You had burnt our bridge.
…Yet I still care,
I still love you,
But this time you are the one building the bridge
Building it back to me.
Because now I am content loving you from afar.