This Bridge.

This bridge, its long. Theres fog tonight, i try to find you.
Forgot my search light, my eyes don't rest.
The bridge that connects us, the dead look of the water below. The rushing of the water, read.
Every brick of this bridge, like bricks we put together to built the bridge between us,
From getting to know you to 'I love you'.
From the strange 'Are you talking to me?' to the smile you reward me with.
From strangers to lovers, now back again.
This is new. Its not shying away, more like ignoring.
These pages i write to you, left by the river the other day.
Was there on a walk, saw some burned pages.
Those days i spent waiting by the bridge.
Has our bridge burned?
Why was everything so dark?
Ran a finger through the wound, just dry pain.
All those days staring at my cellphone, the networks 4 out of 5, its not satisfying.
Why aren't you calling?
I need no apologies, but i do have a bit of respect.
I've been ignored, i'm being ignored.
Give me a reason, where did i go wrong?
Ask me anything, you know i love you.
Rectify this misunderstanding, where are you?