I am kissing broken bridges and blowing them away. If they were meant to be, they will rebuild themselves. Perchance, one day, a path in my life will lead me to one, and the bridge(s) will become reintegrated into my life. Or perhaps, they're gone forever. Never meant for me to utilize in the first place.
Parting is such sweet sweet sorrow.
"Instead of kneeling in the sand, catching teardrops in my hand. My heart is drenched in wine. You'll be on my mind forever..."