Independence Day

I never considered you
a last resort.
But always knew that
if we tried us:
it would stick.

Coming here was a waste of
time and escape
if you insist on bombarding
my every thought.

Observing the ripples
on my walk down the river.
Eyes shrouded with what
never was.

And I'm missing this--
All of this!
Because of your refusal to become
your reality.

Maybe I should put the book down.
Throw the pen in the water.
Reminders of what should be,
but never will.

Just listen to Nature's freedom.