What good is your effort
If you're only meeting halfway?
We didn't foresee this tension
But we welcomed it nonetheless

Gradually our words took on their own shape
Shapes that spelled out what we truly meant
There was much I didn't say
As there was much to say with you

Unbeknownst in this stupor
Our paths were decided,
Our paths were separated.
The gravity of it all started to sink in
And the very clouds we aimed for
Became the fog at our feet
Even as you burned your own bridge