The bridge of love

What is it that is really happening here , why is there this chasm that you have created, I here and you there, isn't the bridge of love strong enough to take the weight of both of us meeting in the middle , don't we want to see what the other side looks and have , the bridge of love creaks with our weight and yet we have a ways to go , fear sets in and we turn back, never knowing the other side, yet we say we are travelers, I laugh at myself in shame for my coward soul ,traveling across the other side, while both feet are planted firmly in one spot, mind and body glued to here and not over there, final tears of agony drain from the orbits of sight , God why was I born so blind.