𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦

Let the water whisk me away

And be all my sins remembered

I'll stare into the water
Into the face of one with
many errors.
She'll stare back at me.
The one who lives only in
my memory, dwelling through
the soft ripples.
Maybe we're meant to last
Or maybe we aren't
Maybe in another life,
Or by another river, my love
✎ 𝐬.𝐩.