Between River And Me

 

There is a River I always pass by

on my way to anywhere I have to be.

It mostly happens not before, but after I cry

or

when I know that, at some point, I’ll have to say “Goodbye” and,

like so many other times before, just get the hell out and set myself free.

Again.

And it’s usually not them, it’s me

theoretically

 

This River I’m writing about I haven’t yet crossed.

I might as well ask myself why,

since we’re approaching this matter so openly.

I don’t remember being lost,

or too scared to try.

So?

What would the cost of crossing this obsessive River of mine be?

 

Ultimately,

we seem to have an invisible bond beyond comprehension,

River and me.

I don’t know, maybe we both lack affection,

or, as always, it is just me?

And then they judge us.

Constantly.

As if we don’t deserve to be this free

when we actually do, don’t we?

As if we shan’t be more that what we are supposed to be.

But fuck them,

they don’t even know what we are made of.

They don’t know how deep you are.

They only see the flaws in me.

 

Eventually,

someone somewhere will have to write us a song.

It will probably be a cliché,

that people will compare to Henry Mancini’s “Moonriver”.

However,

we know we could never be a cliché as long as we do, but don’t remain together.

What we are is the most unpredictable pair

 

We will never be normal

This will never be fair.

You will never be totally human,

As I will never want to stop breathing your air

 

Beautiful and strange are you, my River,

impossible to live with,

yet addictive am I.

So, if we remain together, this will be my last “Goodbye”

because

 

This will never be normal,

as we will never be totally human.

You will never want to stop breathing my air.

I will never be fair.

 

 

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