The River Keeps Moving Poem by Anita Khelawan

I'm sending you kisses through the clouds,
so when it rains, it touches your lips.

I'm too possessive to share,
but I look forward to sharing my time with you.

These are intersections, not alignment.
Think of two people walking different paths
that cross at a river:
you meet, talk, laugh, maybe even swim,
but when it's time to go,
you walk in different directions.

Am I special,
or maybe just convenient?

You in your world,
head down like an ostrich,
moving forward, not looking back.
At the same time, must you forget me?
That feels like an outrage.

How could I forget you?
How could I release you?
I don't want to change you.
I have accepted you.

In my prison of prisms,
I choose sharp pain over chronic ache.

We are a mismatch.
No rematch
that's just how life sometimes is.

The river keeps moving.
'I want nothing from you but to see you'.
Your footprints fade from its edge.
I step back into my own current,
carrying only what is mine.
I have so much more life to experience,
so I'm letting this go.

12/01/2026
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