I hate looking at my reflection,
in the cool, calm river stream.
The one we loved to look at,
the one that we shared
so many warm days at.
My reflection is a peculiar thing,
a lonely thing.
The sun hangs low;
reminds me of the days past.
We spent our time here,
talking, laughing, loving.
We would set by the shore,
on summer nights,
intertwined and watching the stars.
When autumn came
we laid in the dying leaves,
listening to the water flow by,
while our love grew stronger.
Winter chills tried to cool our love.
We set on a bench,
bundled together watching the crystal water,
as our breath steamed the air.
It's spring now.
I sit by the river.
A chill in the air.
I never had to worry about being cold before.
I sit here holding a symbol,
a symbol that has no meaning.
Not anymore.
I hate looking at my reflection,
in the cool, calm river stream.
Because, it reminds me,
that you're not here with me.