In the midst of the river, I stood.
The currents crushing against the rocks,
making the noises they make
echo the promises we once said.
The lashings of the water, I fought
as I write you a letter
not on paper, but on the water.
Ought to be forgotten, not remembered.
In the river, I'm alone...distraught,
my letter taken by the currents
away, to wherever it will flow.
In the midst of the flowing river
where two people say their promises
of everlasting love, I made mine,
and sealed it with a kiss to the wind.
