I walked to the edge of the river,
dipped my hand in and
felt the cool air hit my chilled fingertips.

I knew no one had been here before,
practicing my ritual of solitude,
saying goodbye to yesterdays faults.

Standing on the edge of the river,
somewhere between land and water.

looking for familiar shapes
in the silhouettes,
as we watch the sun go down.

we might only be replacing
past lovers with another,
but I'll take it for now.

tracing the curves with delicate touch,
watching them turn into bone,
afraid to point it out.

He'll think of her-
the graceful twists
her body would bend.
the passion of souls intertwined,
they would mold together,
young and permanent.

She'll dream of him-
the safe harbor
of his open arms,
curled within the curves of his spine.
close enough to smell the pine
of the nearby forest.

How long will it last?
they would ask
one another as the sun slowly rose.
as long as the leaves will fall,
and the rivers will flow
was their answer.

you're blossoming off the branches,
but still withering with the leaves.

I want to remember all the days that will come,
the dark and the light,
the sweat and the sun.

I lie underneath the swaying trees,
fall beneath the stinging bees,
you'll hear me in the blowing breeze.

I lost myself in someone else.
unlike the losing of character,
I feel more like myself.