At the End of the Bridge

 At the End of the Bridge ~~

I walked through so many quiet days, carrying you in every one of them. The world kept moving. I kept missing you. I'd say your name into the stillness just to feel it — just to keep you close.

Every night when I closed my eyes, I found you somewhere peaceful and bright, crossing a bridge where nothing hurt anymore, where you were free and full of life again. People called it a story. I called it hope.

And then one day, the waiting ended. There you were — standing tall, eyes clear, no longer tired, no longer in pain. You saw me and came running, the same way you always did, like I was the best thing in your whole world.

I held you and you were exactly as I remembered. Same warmth. Same joy. Same love. Like no time had passed at all.

And together we walked on, paw in hand, heart beside heart, whole again. Home again.