By the River

I’m walking down this path. There’s this little stream beside me. Flowing. Silently whispering your name. It makes me think of all the times we spent together. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. Together. But never close. Like islands. Never touching, ever floating. Where is the bond that held us? Was the rope we called love always meant to fray? We are like strings disconnected from the bundle that created a whole. A hole…nothing but a hole…

 

 

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