Good Grief

Distracted easily I destroy bridges.
Important and essential bridges burning slowly.
Focused on self and disregarding loved ones.
Your phone doesn't ring for months.
Not even a text.
Catch you the next time I come home.
But death might catch you at any given second.
Before long I'll be alone on this bridge.
Well not alone. Just me and my accolades.
Accolades I didn't earn alone.
Yet accolades I took as my own.
I'm sorry I get blinded often and trip over hearts.
Nurtured, but never nurturing.
I get scared of losing what I'm attached to.
I keep my distance, just enough to see you from afar.
Once angels on my shoulders.
Now I stay grounded because I'm scared of heights.
No reciprocation because where are the wings I provide?
I'll fly home soon....