I sat down by the river.
Beer bottle in one hand, her picture in the other.
The river flowed,
I dipped my finger in it.
It was cold, like her hands.
It was cold, like her whom I used to know.
Like her whom they said has passed away.
Make it stop. Make it stop!
So I dipped my whole hands, my feet, my whole body,
but it still felt like her.
And whilst I drown myself,
a thought crossed my mind.
No, wait.
It was a memory.
Now I remember.
