My thoughts flow through a river,
Like a tide, they sway,
Higher during the day time,
At night, kept at bay.
But he doesn't know of my thoughts,
Because they're all about him,
Every second of every moment,
Missing him? Chances aren't slim.
He's the salt to my ocean,
But I can't taste it anymore,
It seems as though fresh water has surfaced,
And the salt has fallen to the floor.
He's always in my reach,
A concept I can never grasp,
An invisible line,
Yet a buckle I can't clasp.
He's been drowning in my head,
Because he's always on my mind,
Within the river of thoughts,
His, I always seem to find.
Though, I never feel like I'm drowning,
But I know he must feel it all the time,
I wonder if he'll ask me so,
Until then, his thoughts are in mine.
