I walk along My River,
There in front of me I see him,
See this man
Sitting on a bench.
His expressionless face
Becomes tinged with sadness.
He looks into My River
And a smile arises.
As I near him I listen
And find I can hear his thoughts,
His life has changed,
He is now on his own,
But this sorrow moves on
As he remembers the good things,
The good things that were there,
Those times with his lover.
The smile hovers,
But comes back
As more good times are remembered.
He sits there knowing,
Knowing that all will be well
And he will move on,
Move on into a changed life,
A life that will be good.
New memories will be made
Complementing those that have passed.
I get close to him,
He looks up at me,
I look down at him,
That man is me.
I will go on,
Go on into my new life,
Go on with memories,
But will create new ones,
As my life goes forward,
Goes forward in wonder.