If You Could See

I sit alone on this wooden bridge

Thinking of what could have been

Things I wish you could taste and see

Wish you could see what’s become of me

Years have passed and I sit amiss

All these big events your presence has missed

Highlight achievements and bitter ends

The lessons I’ve learned while I make amends

You’re no longer here now

But your memory lives on

With each puddle in life I make

You are part of the waves wake

So I hold on to what’s left

Gather what’s new

Hope to make you proud

In all that I do

I stand up abruptly

The bridge lets out a sigh

At least I know

It’s not a final goodbye

-Joy Lynn