760. The Bridge Between Our Houses

There was a bridge connecting our two houses spanning the deep ravine that ran between them I built it all myself with my own hands from my front door to yours I used to cross it almost everyday to see you my shoes leaving no sound on the oak planks smelling the beautiful jasmine hanging from the rails thinking only of love and positivity We were supposed to split the maintenance half way but it seemed that I was doing it all it was only when I saw you in the arms of another that I let it fall into disrepair There was a connection between our two houses now it is pieces on the rocks far below only traces remain of the bridge of love and soon even they will disappear from memory