We do not find strays…they find us. You were waiting for me under that bush on that rainy night 17 years ago. You cried so that I could hear you. You fit in the palm of my hand on the way home that night. You knew my secrets and loved me anyway. I know you’re shining down on me from heaven like so many friends we’ve lost along the way and I know eventually we’ll be together…one sweet day.
Please forgive me…
Meet me at the bridge,
| Tish |