Your Great Fall

This is the season of your crash and the year of your great fall.
Alone, you are, still standing on a collapsed bridge.
I was once there.
Your head hangs now and like mine did.
The warmest I have ever felt, I broke myself from everything to gain nothing.
I could tell myself this a thousand times, but in the end, is this your fall or is it mine?
I will not stand on broken ground.
Your great fall.