This River

-This River-
by Keaton Foster



Here
This river
Dividing
Her and I
US
Apart
Once lovers
Now
All but strangers
I don’t remember
Her feel or touch
And yes
There is a difference
Thus
If I have
To explain it
Then forget it
You don’t know
You’ve never been shown
True love
The purest of kinds
Once in a time
Once per life
There is no other
All else
Just second fiddles
Replacements
For what God
Has intended
His gift
Cannot be
Rescinded
And if it is
Either party
Is responsible
And so it is
Quite possible
In heaven
Or dare I say
Hell
Together again
True love will be
The first
Is the only
If you’ve ever been there
You understand quite clear
In the good book
It is mentioned
But really
Just mentioning something
Does not make it fact
But rather
A case of subjective fiction
One man’s way
Is another’s insanity
I’m not saying
That I’m right
But I’m also
Not saying
That I’m wrong
Really I’m neither
Her and I
Are divided
Separated
Dare I even say
A bit serrated
Cutting words
Has left
Many wounds
She once said
I want you gone
Living like this
It hurts too much
So because I love her
I obliged
Thinking for a second
That she
Feeling as I do
Would have a
Change of mind
Would deny
All that she asked
But she did not
She watched me
Swim away
Upon this river
Of so many dreams
And now
I’m right here
And she is over there
In love with another
Or so she feels
While I am still
Deeply
In love with her
Till death do us part
Those are not just words
They are something more
More than WE
More than US
Could ever escape
This river divides us
The waters way
Through life is here
In despite of us
But because of it
We can never be joined
Never be together again
Her and I
WE
US
Made our choices
Well again
Her more than me
Semantics really
Heaven or hell
Life or death
What we started
Is only interrupted
By life as it happens
What comes after this
Whose to really say…


This River
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.