Water Holds Memory

You live by the banks

of my stream of thoughts.

My water grows your garden,

washes your clothes,

scrubs your house clean,

Yet why do you not have time?

To sit still by my side?

I’ve been waiting,

patiently,

as the years add on to the last

I’ve never seen your face

But I remember its reflection.

Your wobbling image

working your youth away.

Getting further away from my reach.

I can’t carry your loneliness too.

The added cruelty of your burden

From one shore to another

So pick a side, for any would do

but please do come

to watch the sun glisten on my skin

turning my blues golden

Tell me,

Do you not see god?