If The River Has A Memory

I been staring at the water,
looking for somebody’s fault
I found that the river tastes the same
no matter who adds salt

I kept replaying every sentence,
every pause that hit too hard
Seems that’s how a heart’ll memorize
what the mind just calls a scar

I thought the river might explain,
pick a side and tell me who’s who
But it just kept pulling every story
until they all bled into blue

Funny how the shoreline
never begs the tide to stay
It just keeps being shoreline
while the water finds its way

Maybe that’s what hurts the most 
not the blame, not being right
Just watching that swaying boat 
learn to drift by into the night

So if the river’s got a memory,
I hope that it keeps the laughs instead
Because carrying every grain of salt
ain’t ever raised the dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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