May 18, 2012 at 3:01 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

I had a sister once,
she was a river
babbling whilst I slept,
athletic to my slower gait.

We passed the hours
side by side,
I, a breakwater
for her bubbling enthusiasm.

Maybe a cloud eclipsed
our ebullience?
Our shared water ebbed,
flow interrupted
by foolish underwater rivulets.

We could have navigated
the ocean together,
but time stole my sister
or perhaps the tide,
and on she flowed

leaving me
with sea mist in my eyes.



  1. Julia Dean-Richards said,

    Thank you for dropping by, ediliociclostile.

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