The River
As I sit beside the river
Giving it my pain
The river washes it away
But when you lift a stone
It leaves behind a mirky gray
It beckons me for more secrets
And I cry as I give them away
Then I start to walk away
And as I walk automatically
As if on cruise control
The unforgiving pain returns
So I turn around and go sit down
On a rock that lines the rivers’ shore
I feel his presence
And yearn for his touch
As if a ghost, I feel him with me
Except he’s not dead, neither is he there
I turn and walk a few feet away
The pain returns
The rivers’ beckoning strong
So I turn and with a flying leap
I give myself to the rivers’ rocks
As they bash
And the water churns
I see him only in my mind
Waiting for me
On the rivers’ shore
I fight the curent
But it’s too late
I wake to see the flashing lights
If only for a second he’s by my side
But he’s crying and holding me tight
I try to explain that I’m alright
Then I realize the facts
Like a painful blow
I gave in too soon
And I know it’s cruel
But I wish he’d been in that river too.