Bridges

I don't have the energy
to whisper sweet nothingness
to your ear, or other receptacles.
It has always been a muted song anyway, why change it now.

Bridges were build, but eventually they collapse
Yesterday I crossed a bridge that connects states.
Today I found myself sneaking underneath an other bridge perhaps,
driving home, loose electrical wires abound, weaseling on the ground.
And then there were those kids in the news,
dead they were found
after insanity hits
even the sane
get the blues.

I am not even talking about bridges in Bagdad, though that could be a fair topic as well.
So where is the bridge to your heart, or should I simply assume - that only strings are attached?