Two Rivers
I’m traveling like a nomad between two homes; the one that belongs to you and the one that belongs to us.
Every roads paved in between,
drew me further and further away from any realities —
The concrete pavements,
afloat.
Two legs in between two,
missing toes.
standing,
sitting,
laying down.
One in two,
one and
never both.
your voice flowing to me from the other end of the river; calling me home.
I stood in the shade —
who knew I could swim.
Swimming further and further away —
or once I followed the flow.
No one ever taught me that to change your breath,
don’t dive too deep.
Who knew I could swim;
swimming further and further away
— to the other end;
where your voice stands still —
the river never ends.
I found you never again.