The River is My (Day)bed

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I lie beneath you and your reflection. 

I am the space carved out by unsteady hands.

Between you and the sun. 

Clinging to the sediment 

I am plastered below the point of return.

You should, but won’t cross.

I can’t,

You wont. 

You grasp who I am

But you undermine my ability to comprehend you.

Yet I have followed you 

Since the moment the hospital lights showed you there was more.

There, I was born. 

I submitted to you then,

And submit to you now.

As you lower me down 

To my watery grave. 

The river is my daybed.