A World Of Broken Thoughts

Riverbank

Sometimes
we would walk
over the rocks
that hurt our feet.
Sometimes
you would complain
and throw them
in the water.
Sometimes
we would talk
by the waterside
and you would try
to tickle me.
Sometimes
you would tease me
until I stormed home,
and you would smile,
and I would seethe.

Sometimes
I would walk
over the rocks
that hurt my feet.
Sometimes
I would get angry
and throw them
in the water.
Sometimes
I would sit
by the waterside
and stare at the rapids
for hours.
Sometimes
I would remember
waiting to forget,
and I wouldn't,
and it hurt
sometimes.