For where rivers flow, there are fish in the sea,
I can't find my other half; it eludes me.
I wonder if I'll feel complete
without her presence, bittersweet.

They say the rivers always run,
and I bathe in the same spot,
spinning around
to reach that same lot.

It's the 40th of May,
you can shed your coat,
but not me,
I'm not that way,
for without you, I feel cold in summer's light.

Common sayings that everyone speaks,
and more understand precisely what it means,
but they've been told since ancient routines.

One nail drives out another, they say,
but from my mind,
you never drift away,
for your memory always stays.

There's no January moon,
nor love like the first,
it's true, I've never forgotten,
just that first love, a heavy curse.