I hope you're home before I go.

So we can tie up loose ends to a boulder

and throw it in the river, to never look back on

and only move forward.

Because lies told by every mistake I've made

haunt me every time something good happens to me.


I want to look down on the river,

watch it flowing fast,

so that only when the water is still

I will catch a glimpse of my past.

I hope your eyes are fixed on the sky

so you never have to see me throwing rocks in the water.


Maybe when all of the rocks I've had are gone

we can both set our eyes on the waterfall I've built on hard times;

See the beauty in my past.

The End

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