In response to “The View From Halfway Down”

“A river rich and regal”
Whose currents drown the sound
Of my screaming from the banks
It’s too late- you’re water bound

A day that nears perfection
The wind is slim to none
The summer sun kissing your thrashing skin
I’m on my knees, your deed is done

I’ve forever blamed the river
In its’ roaring silence state
If only you could have heard me
Maybe I’d have changed your fate

I watched you hit the water that day
My memory will never be cured
Of the pain in which you’ve gone through
All that I have caused that you’ve endured

It’s my fault. It's me you chose to love.
The river’s screams silencing my cries,
As you descended from above.