Tributaries

It flows around without much sound to fill us whole in rich glory, our soft story: I shall extol. We split apart right at the start, I ignore why. My trap gets set when I forget your glowing eye. Lilting words danced when we both chanced to allow hopes within our plot tied in a knot perched on tipped slopes. Distant goodbyes always disguise the tears and fears that must arise at love’s demise woe reappears.