Rapid

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I have the words to say, and yet I cannot say them.

I am taken back to those times I needed you

and maybe across the cities, you've needed me too.

You were never complicated being with me

even when I would at the corner, mope over nothing.

I kept your wilted flowers in my drawer, and your letters too.

I kept the words you wanted me to say, the things we wanted to hear.

But I lost that fire and can't ignite desire aflame.

My heart still blazes all consuming, but it's not for you.

Perhaps at some point we fell into the water and I almost drowned.

Deep inside my complications, I swam faithfully.

We survived and put on board different boats. Breathing.

I could not say I thought of you, as much as my life.

I could not say I would have held on.

It's hard for me to see you, my face drenched in the rapids.

I find it hard to let go, the feelings come flooding in.

From far away, my raft was inundated

with thoughts of not coming back

....