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.