A bridge connects two ends together.

The sky above, clear and blue.
The river below,calm and soothing.
Those constructed without care and concern are not one to last.
Lack of attention results in it losing its shine,
becoming rusty and covered in moss.
As time passes,the sound of the steps of two lovers passing by is replaced by a vociferous creak.

The sky above,cloudy and grey.
The river below violent and wild.
The gust of wind makes the bridge tremble.
The deafening sound of thunder sends shivers down the cables.
The rain makes it slippery.
It is now ever so dangerous and unstable.
Lightning strikes it,a surge of perplex anger and outrage courses through.
The bridge weak and tired,gives up and crumbles.
It drowns in the currents of despondency and grief.
The sound of the pieces plunging into the water almost resembles a sigh of relief.
Its over. The damage is done. All ties are cut.

Now the two ends are disconnected.
You on one end,and I on the other.
I pick the pieces up one by one.
It's plain to see you don't really care,
for if you did, you wouldn't just stand there.
So instead of putting the pieces back together,
I used them to build a wall.
I promise to make it last forever,
this time I won't let it fall.