It’s as if we realized we simply had to grow up. That’s when we surrendered who we were to become who we are now. The thing is, I still remember who you were then.

I meander
trawling through
troughs and gullies
Never to think,
ponder, wonder
About you

You,
whose indifferent arms
Now embrace
all rivers
Everyone
but me

I remember
flood plain neighbors
soaking wide,
broad fields
Cranes held,
largemouth bass glistened
Summer sunshine
winter ice
We stayed together

Then,
a dam
Concrete and steel,
turbines
Electricity for someone else
You,
love asunder
Taken
from me

Now I roam
You, gone
What we never knew
You have become
Somewhere you are the ocean
and I?
Alone

Published by Adam

Adam F. C. Fletcher helps organizations engage people more successfully. Contact him by calling (360) 489-9680 or emailing info@adamfletcher.net.

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