The Chasm

In anger You told me A chasm lay between us, I looked Saw it there I recognised My own handiwork Horrified, repenting I Built a bridge, With strong foot boards Tempting you to cross I added shiny rails, To stop you falling. I sweep the boards And polish the rails, Most every day. But you don't come To see, To cross. One day the dust will stay The rails will start to corrode. Then if you cross, You will find Only an empty wasteland And my dust Blowing in the wind Unknowable.