The Bridge Where We Fell Apart

A cycle of poems «Your Melody of Heartache»

I pass it every Sunday night -
That bridge lit gold by fading light.
No sign says here’s where love gave way,
But I still feel you slip away.

We stood there arguing in the cold,
Your coat pulled tight against the wind.
You said my silence was more than gold -
It was a wall I wouldn’t rescind.

The river raged below, so deep,
Like all the words we couldn’t say.
You begged me not to fall asleep
To us - to walk the same worn way.

I looked away. I bit my tongue.
You turned your face into the gray.
And in that pause - so brief, so young -
Our future slipped and blew away.

No thunder cracked. No stars aligned.
Just one last breath between goodbye.
We didn’t scream. We didn’t cry.
We just… ran out of time.

This is the bridge where we fell apart,
A monument to a broken heart.
No plaque, no flowers, no name engraved -
Just echoes of the love we saved… and braved.
Now cars rush by without a care -

I come back when the world feels thin,
When loneliness begins to shout.
I trace the rail with trembling skin,
And wonder what love was about.

That night, you whispered, "Say my name,
Just once, before I let you go."
But pride held fast inside my frame -
And left you standing in the snow.

Now every light across the bay
Looks like the dreams we used to draw.
I walk the edge and want to pray -
But don’t know if you’re listening anymore.

No sirens screamed. No hand reached down.
Just two souls sinking without sound.
We didn’t break - we just unraveled,
Thread by thread, until we traveled…
Too far to turn.

This is the bridge where we fell apart,
A monument to a broken heart.
No plaque, no flowers, no name engraved -
Just echoes of the love we saved… and braved.
Now cars rush by without a care -

Maybe love isn’t meant to last -
Maybe it’s only meant to teach.
To show us how the die is cast
By silence, fear, and what we preach…
But never live.

If I could step into that past,
Undo the hush, reclaim your hand -
I’d trade my pride for one more chance
To be the man who’d understand.

Not fix you. Not control the storm.
Just see you - really see you there.
And hold you through the coming harm,
Instead of leaving you to air.

So I stand here, year after year,
Breathing fog into the dark.
No resolution. No frontier.
Just missing you beneath the arc.

One day I’ll cross and not look down.
One day the ache will start to part.
But tonight… I stay… on this side of town…
At the bridge where we fell apart.