AT THE BRIDGE

this is about the visit of a dead love one. A love that connects two worlds. The world of the dead and that of the living. A love that strong

Tonight i met him
after a very long time
the two of us met
there he was
standing right infront of me
on the bridge we stood
he hugged me so tight
he said he missed me
and he kissed my fore head.

i was happy
it had been long
i rested on his chest
and in his arns i lay
we talked for a while
he made me smile
he wiped the tears in my eyes
and i told him i missed him too
but he was here tonight
on the brigde with me
i was happy
its all that mattered.

at the bridge,
we watched the sun rise
he gave ne a necklace,
one of a kind,
it was beautiful.
then he bid me farewell
he said he was happy we had met,
he hugged me
and walked towards the sun rise

i could see him no more
then i woke up
and remembered he was dead
but the necklace?
it was right beside my pillow!