Watauga

Memories along the Watauga River, Tennessee

I found you on the same day
that I lost myself.
Alone, you and I,
along the banks of the Watauga
below the old iron bridge.
We were walking in opposing directions

across the river from one another.
You stared unsmiling, daring.
I tested the water
knowing that I would be taken,
washed by the current
into the suffocating depths of you.
I waded in
and you drowned me.
Now I can't breathe without you.

6/2/14

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

What I find remarkable about this piece (well, beside the strength and tightness of the construction, which is admirable) is the restraint, the pitching of the emotion in such a manner that it never goes off the rails. It's a mature piece in both content and structure, which is a pretty damn fair combination.

[Rick r]

Thanks, W.k. Your reads and comments appreciated.

[AMMD]

I've taken this type of stroll myself even if not on the same river. Unrequited love, quite frankly, sucks, but you have penned it well. Nice write and read.

[Rick r]

Thank you, Angeline.