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retracing my steps

I tread carefully

past the underbrush

excitement filling me

  

   of the sight beyond



inhaling the sweet familiar scent

I scan my surrounding

to see once again

the river

proud



I hear shouts of glee

water splashing

its coolness sent shivers

on our frail bodies

stones are thrown

spiralling

down

small feet running up the little mound

to jump weightless in the air



suddenly there is this

stillness

the sound of

silence

and I am left



alone



with my thoughts



my river

our river

still flows

but I wonder

if we would ever come back here

   together



wiping a tear

holding those moments

I am sure

my feet

will find this path

again.