‘The last time I loved you’ – a creative piece

there is a river

made of no streams

it holds no water

no blinding gleam

within me its dancing

as I feel it too

washing and singing

I’m through I’m through I’m through

river of loves blood

it holds me tight

you keep it from flood

unphased by right

again it is singing

Be through Be through Be through

and within me the understanding

it’s the last time I’ll ever love you

but the river keeps flowing

roaring and raging

and so I realize

I’ll never be through with loving you

for it is only for that

that the river flows through

-Tess Barbey

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