The face in the river

When the future looks uncertain

I turn to you

You who has been with me since I became me

You who has seen the unending days of my youth

You who has stumbled alongside me in my growing pains

You have been my constant

You are the face in the river looking back at me

If I stare too long I fear I may follow the path of narcissus

Except love is not the emotion that overtakes me

Instead it is grief

Grief that I have lost you

Grief that you cannot be found again