Meet Me At The Bridge At Eight Poem by Maneshree Govender

As I dried my tears and got over my fears,
The end nears.
As I looked at you, I did not want to believe it, it could not be true.
As I stood huddled over your coffin and paid my dues.
Why did you have to die,
I keep asking myself as i cry.

I would never see you again,
But in my heart you will always be my dearest friend,
I never told you I love you,
I wanted to tell you as we stood under the stars,
I wanted to meet you so I asked you to come.

Meet me at the bridge at eight
This wasn't meant to be this should have never been your fate.
Cause now its me I always hate.
On your way to meet me on the bridge at eight.
Why were you not there?
why were you late?

To the bridge you never came, and now my life will never be the same.
I returned home.
I thought you would have come.
Then came 'that call'
And to my knees I began to fall.

Now it's myself I hate,
If I hadn't asked you to meet me at the bridge at eight this would not be your tragic fate.