this river

I walk along this river.
It is a lonely place.
When I look to see my reflection,
I see a sad face.

I sit beside this river.
I am throwing rocks inside.
Every time I watch a rock sink without trying to float.
I think of how I never tried.

I sleep next to this river.
I wake up to see it still flowing,
Every new day I expect something less.
It shows my life and the never knowing.

One day I realized.
When I sat by the river and cried.
My tears make this river deeper.
This is a river that flows from my eyes