That Bridge

The poem says it all.

I sneak out to see you,
Its three in the morning,
Trouble waits, i still do,
I just have to see you.

I arrive and see your bike,
Exactly where we should meet,
My shoes slip off,
And our toes meet.

As i walk through this sand,
That lays under your bridge,
I grab a bunch in my hand,
And let it slip through my fingers.

I look at the star filled sky,
And still i wonder,
That same question why,
Why did you do it?

I grab this rose,
It smells so sweet,
Against my nose,
Ill lay it here.

Next to your cross,
With your frog and flowers,
I begin to think,
How this is loss.

Its been a while since we last spoke,
I remember your last funny joke.

As I place my binder
Of memories for you,
At this bridge,
Where our love grew.

We went through so much last year,
Oh how i miss you so much now dear.

Ill sit her and talk to you,
About how much we all miss you,
Then i looked at your mini windmill,
It turned and no wind blew.

I know your here,
You always are,
This place we touch,
Your never far.

I have to go now,
Dear sweet Dylan,
But soon we'll meet,
Again in Heaven.

Ill see you in my dreams,
Just like every night,
Well at least it seems,
I know your watching.

Reviews

[~Dreamer~]

wow... thats really good... and very touching... :)

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Simple and touching..*smiles

[KayDennyy!(:]

So good im crying:S