You inspired me to write, not a muse but a thought
You remind me of a comfort that cannot be taught
A warmth and safety that only you can hold
Your protective embrace never gets old

But for once this warmth is all but forgotten
We may not speak, the bridge may be rotten
This doesn’t mean it’s not loved or burnt
It just means we lost what we learnt

Coming back to the bridge we see what once was
But cannot cross over only because
The bridge and protection has been lost so long
Neither one can see this was where they belonged.