River Sobs (Draft 1)

River Sobs

What do I do when
she’s done with me

When all my jokes
have gone stale

When she won’t
laugh anymore because

she knows how trivial I am
and how nothing of me is a
confluence on a creek

when the river sobs
for its tributary.

— Douglas Gilbert

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2 thoughts on “River Sobs (Draft 1)

  1. I don’t think I could ever grow tired of you…or think your jokes are stale. I still find you fascinating after so many years now. But I do think the loneliness is getting to me. I’m sorry, my sadness must have seeped over to you. I need the confluence of another river with mine to be able to flow to my tributary of true happiness. I don’t enjoy feeling like I’m facing this huge scary world alone, day after day for so long…

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