Thirty-Two Bridge (Luke Bryan)

One Year

I was just driving. Not sure where I was going. I'm so sick of people talking about Caroline. It's ridiculous. I drove out to a field my daddy owned and parked my pick up. I pulled out my guitar and began playin and singin. "Holdin on your rope got me ten feet off the ground. I'm hearing what you say but you just can't make a sound." I took a sip of beer. "You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down. But wait. Ya tell me that your sorry didn't think I'd turn around. And say hey. It's too late to apologize.it's to late. It's too damn late."

Something bout those words made me stop playing I wasn't sure what it was. But I stopped. I finished my beer and then that was the end. I had a lot to drink during tonight and I was out like a light.

The next morning:
"Where have you been Luther?" Mamma asked.

"I was out."

"Out where? You had me worried sick."

"I was out in the field on the hill. Don't worry about it. I decided to sleep out there. It's quiet and I can hear myself think."

"Well next time can you call?" She asked.

"I will. I'm sorry." I change my tone of voice because the thought of me being her only child alive ran through my head. She was just worried.

"Well Tommy and I went out to the cemetery this morning." She said with a sigh.

"I was just coming back to get something then I'm heading out there myself." I said and went up stairs. Today marked a year since Kelly passed. I think about her everyday but I'm managing.

I pulled up to the cemetery and decided to walk to the plot where Chris and Kelly were. There were plots reserved so the Bryan family was buried next to eachother. It went ma and pa, me, Chris, then lee and Kelly. I grabbed the small box that could lock and tucked it under some flowers I put there.

In the box was the guitar pick Kelly bought me many years ago. It was one of my first ones. I used it to play in the bars and the last time I used it was at the grand ol opry. It was an amazing memory of her. I grabbed the small stone plaque looking thing that read "God picks his favorite flowers first ~LB" I had a metal stand that I stuck in the ground and then I put the plaque on it.
"Perfect" I whispered. "I miss you so much Kelly. I love you." I just stood and looked at her headstone then Walked a plot over to Chris's.
I put some flowers by it and made sure the small homemade fishing pole we made when we were kids was still there.
"I know you're in my heart. I miss you Blood Brother. Love you." I stood in silence and the Walked away. I could feel some tears slipping.
"I just wish I knew why they're gone." I said to myself. I got into my truck. And went back home.

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