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A short poem about a relationship being driven apart. |
We stand apart Separated By a river of shining amber liquid Foaming and frothing as it flows by. It promises intoxication, Nights free of problems and worries Teeming with forgetfulness Like the River Lethe. If I don't look down I can pretend it's not there. I can reach out, Touch your hand, Look you in the eye. But all the while I can hear the river Trickling by in my subconscious Below my feet Yet in my ears. If I look down I see emptiness A substance I don't understand The color of gold Deceitful, pretentious Like a viceroy butterfly That can only play at being royalty. If you look down You look with curiosity. The river holds appeal and mystery to you. You admire the waves and the foam, Gazing at your reflection on the rippling surface. You long to drink from it-- To stop remembering, To stop thinking. I can look in your eyes Blue, the color of a true river And remember a better time When this river did not exist. There is no bridge across its treacherous flow. We are close now, But will the banks widen, Will you be out of reach? I can't say But I do know That my innocence has been lost To a river of amber and gold. |