Burnt Bridges /Zhou Yu's Train

It is said you can’t go home again,
Burnt bridges make it true.
Yet every match I held to welded girders,
Rekindled thoughts of you.

I migrated across a continent whilst.
You welded in your shop…
The years together, the endless,
Rails for a train I’ll never hop.

The ship you silently constructed,
To facilitate my grand return
Past the burnt out bridges
Stopped short of what I yearn.

All the tools that you employed,
The blue prints up on your shelf,
Designed a useless vehicle,
Transporting your unchanged self.

Your highways of reconciliation;
Pass over bridges, smoldering still,
Failing to make me reverse paths
Or deconstruct my headstrong will.