He Loved You


Kneeling down
Beside the
Riverbank
He stares
At the empty
Bottle
She was three
When he left
He grieves for
What he’s missed
Drinking will not numb him
Anymore
It never really did
The old photo he’s carried
Is wrinkled from
Drunk and Sober
Tears
He pretends
He has to
Trembling hands
Hold the old photo
And he slowly
Kisses their
Faces
Her mother
Cries again
And three rivers
Flow
Silently
Into
The
Night

© mBarlew