Poem that Kevin wrote to me in 1993

No title.

I am like a river

within my banks I flow

on my quest into the sea

my future: I don’t know.

My wife is like spring run-off

gushing to find a home

trying to make it to my banks

before she’s all alone.

We come together easily

I love her, and we swell with pride

until the water overflows our banks

and we can no longer hide.

Our currents are too much

for either of us to stand

so in the rage of our flood

I silently lose her hand.

We crash and rip everything

that stands in our way

our emotions are like whirlpools

that form throughout the day.

When nightfall comes and the

sun stops melting the cold and bitter snow

the flood waters do retreat

and within the riverbanks they go.

Until the day that there is

 no more snow to melt

the daily occurence of the

run-off is surely to be felt.

But the river and the run-off

have slowly become one

and after everything returns to normal

and all the damage done:

It’s time for the river

to empty into the sea

and the run-off and the river are one

as will you and me.