Alone once again on the Lovers Bridge in Cheshire, Mass. Looking down some 30 ft above a small narrow stream. Remembering the time my love and I holding hands sitting on the old bridge. He carved our names at the 15th tie. Looking at it as the weather and time nearly worn it away. This is where my love had proposed to my heart as we were on a path to live for one another. I said yes with tears in my eyes my soul leaping for joy. The old bridge barley stands today, but the day he was taken from me; I never returned to old lovers bridge that he had named. It wasn't till years and years later when I gathered the strength and courage to walk those lonely steps with out him by my side holding my hand. I sat in the same spot the day he asked me that meaningful question. I heard his tone, and saw his handsome face in my head smiling at me. He was so nervous he almost dropped the ring. I can not forget the times we had picnics on the old bridge laughing and just being ourselves. Today I wonder if he knew how much I loved him and wished he didn't have to leave. In my hand I held the ring that he nearly dropped some 20 years earlier. With a kiss and my prayer to him hoping God kept him safe. dropped the ring and walked those lonely steps across lovers bridge that he named.