The River

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The white bones in the river
The fishes have picked clean.
Just how long has it been
Since you went missing?

You went down to the river
Oh so many years ago
I can just barely remember
Watching you go.

Who were you meeting by the river?
I knew, whatever you claimed.
But even in your journal,
That boy you never named…

Did he push you in the river?
Did he leave you there to drown?
Did he even know?
I guess it doesn’t matter now.

If I find him by the river
Today, when I go back,
I’ll learn the truth;
And then, I’ll pay him back.

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