Over the Bridge

It is here I am safe It is here that I know but over the bridge Is where I must go The bridge that gives passage over quick muddy water though why I say that I don't know why I bother over the bridge is a tall oak tree and standing beneath it is someone waving at me crossing the bridge I see a man standing there with paint splatered pants and a head of white hair looking closer I see exactly who's there I see it's my papa and I can't help but stare I run right toward him and give him a hug I ask how he got here his response is a shrug it's then I remember the fact that he'd died it's then I remember the tears that i'd cried I ask how it felt when he had died he then looks at me and he promptly replied he calmed all my fears about what lies boyond then he looks up because the suns almost gone he says I must go before the sun sets but I don't want to leave I'm not quite ready yet he gives me a hug before I go then tells me I can't share the things I now know I give a quick nod looking up at the sky I don't understand but I don't have time to ask why turning around I try not to cry I just cross the bridge when the sun leaves the sky I turn back to look one last time at the tree but my papa is gone as was meant to be