It was the rushing waters perhaps,
Rampaging rapids with white caps.
I awoke from a nap at the edge of the rocks,
The days overlap and the river talks.
The sun is my compass and also my clock,
I walk the banks for a truth that I must unlock.
My beard is thick and my will undeterred,
They tell me to “close the wounds,” but I hear not a word.
Five years ago, the evidence led them here,
Forensics indicated that at least that much was clear.
I can almost smell her fear, I know I’m getting close,
She was the thing in this world that I loved the most.
She was all that I had, how could I stop searching?
My reason to live, how could I stop hurting?
I’ve walked the woods and scoured the banks,
I’ve left civilization to cure this angst.
I won’t stop until I’m with her, this life or the next,
I’ll be by her side when our souls resurrect.