I was watching his back muscles move


Trying to figure out how he was a river and a boy


in the same space




Carving canyons, scars, rainpaths 


and other crying shapes




We climbed up to the tallest cliff together


it took many days and many nights


until we reached the peak


It was the farthest we could go together


I curled my toes over the edge and felt the impossible gravity


The beautiful view,


While he ran, flew, over the edge – sparkling.




I could not follow him. 



~ by warpaintandwandering on April 14, 2014.

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