Bridge

Windy bridge.

We almost died.
While crossing to the other side.
The wind was blowing
It didn’t stop my laughter from flowing.

You said hang on, don’t let go.
But I didn’t care how hard that wind could blow.
It helped plant seeds so deep in my soul.
“We’re going to die!” Words within laughter rolled.
Had I known what the future foretold,
I would’ve been curious and bold
Telling you it was your hand I always wanted to hold.
Years have passed yet we’re not old, we’re learning our own ways of being bold. Refining our mold.