The river runs strong and deep

I’ve spoken of it, many times

And I still forget.

-do not crush yourself young one, for forgetting, you have remembered, now, and in the crushing, well young one… In the crushing you forget again-

But, I don’t know how, I say.

And my head drops, in sorrow and longing.

-it’s ok young one, it’s ok, you are loved, you are loved, even when you forget, especially when you forget, you are loved-

And right about then, I drop into myself,

Into the river, again, deep and cool and unpolluted.

I am the river and I float on with those I love and those I hate

And I see, as I look into the others eyes, myself

And because the idea is to drown, I swim, gently, with the river

To meet them.

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