The Riverside Knows

With the weight of the ocean in my gaze, a symphony of sorrow echoing in my ears, I found myself drawn to the riverbank where I had last seen you, years ago. The scene unfolded before me as if frozen in time. You, radiant as ever, yet shrouded in an ethereal white cloth that obscured your face. A yearning to reach out, to feel your presence once more, surged through me, but you remained as elusive as the tides of the sea.

Amidst the crashing waves of my emotions, I searched for a flicker of recognition in your eyes. Were they crinkled in a smile, or veiled by tears? The depths of my own sorrow mirrored the vastness of the ocean, a testament to the immensity of my loss. The absence of your touch, your laughter, your warmth, echoed in the hollow chambers of my heart.

A single, agonizing question resonated through the silence: would you ever return? Would we ever be reunited, our souls intertwined like the currents of the sea, forever bound? The uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me adrift in a sea of longing, forever anchored to the memory of you.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the riverbank, painting the sky in hues of grief. As I turned to leave, a single tear escaped my eye, a silent tribute to the love that flowed between us, a love that transcended even the boundaries of life and death. And in the distant murmur of the waves, I heard the echo of your name, a whisper carried on the wind, forever etched upon my soul.