The river knows what we were,
cradling our summers.
I remember you, girl by the river—
fifteen,
sun-warmed,
eternal.
My ghost in summer.
You laughed, and the river paused…
Barefoot,
dancing,
your brown skin
honeyed in the sun.
All the words I could have said
the river
swallowed
whole.
Sometimes—
when I close my eyes—
I hear the songs we used to know...
You, oceaning the shallows;
Me, a shell
on a distant shore.