They had been together for six years,
Since freshman year,
They were both twenty-one,
When they found out she had cancer,
And that he was being deployed to Iraq,
He had no choice,
And she was dyeing,
They are goodbye was bitter sweet,
She had eight years to live,
He was going to be gone for seven,
He was shot and wounded,
And she was thinner,
Once she got the news,
She cried herself to sleep,
She woke up to a tap on the shoulder,
She had opened her eyes to him,
He had come for her,
They had two years together,
She was hospitalized,
And he started to drink,
She started to recover,
He started dyeing,
On the day she was predicted to die,
He had gone to the place were he had asked her out,
Right over the Tacoma bridge,
And he jumped to his death,
He had drank strait vodka
And tied his arms and legs together,
He sank to the bottom,
Without even struggling,
She was completely recovered,
And she went home to him,
There was a letter on the bed,
At the top it read to who ever finds this,
He had written how much he had loved her,
And how he had to die with her,
She had crumbled the paper,
And grabbed her keys,
She also went to the bridge,
She said his name once then drove off the side,
They were both pronounced dead that day,
The news showed her car,
But no bodies,
She had written in her diary before she drove off,
It said that she was going to swim,
It is said to this day that they swam all the way to heaven,
But we all know they swam all the way to the bottom
And they died in each others arms.
