Friday, 10 September 2010

When you left

a poem by Roger B Rueda

for Rio Q Losaria

Then I sat on the rock and
Splashed riverwater on my feet.
You sang me farewell
Like the riverwater that sings
While it runs away to the sea.

I don't visit the river anymore,
It reminds me of you.













First saw print in Home Life, (February 1998).

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