Light.

And I find you on the shore-

Drenched. New. Tense. Waiting.

Your features don't reflect

the sorrow

my silence gives you.

I don't break the sunrise with my words, sit

down beside you and watch the river

breathe.

Reform. Collapse. Darken. Reflect.

For the river of my memories

is but a collection of

my imaginations

pieces of me, of you, which had

never been previously experienced.

Pieces of us-

that I create; so that in them, I can

drown.

~

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