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  • (In a previous story that this one was sprouted from, I failed to attribute the lyrics of the song leading into it to Cat Stevens, “How Can I Tell You”, form “Teaser and the Firecat”).

    I’m reposting this poem that I wrote, around the time that I finally gave up on ever revealing my love to this girl, about a month before I found my way into N.A. and eventual recovery. Now you know the story behind the poem, for what it’s worth.

    A Patch of River

    Tonight I took a walk at sunset,
    To a patch of river I call my own.
    Inside my dreams I walked with Janet,
    Though actually I was alone…
    The air was crisp, my feet grew numb,
    But I stood fast and took it in.
    The ice that floated on the water,
    Looked like what my heart’s become;
    I threw a stone, and heard it crack
    Upon the bark of a distant tree;
    The very things that my life lacks
    Are all those things that come for free…
    I thought about all the years
    That I’ve been searchin’ all around
    For something better than these fears…
    Something I have never found.
    I walked on along the river bank,
    Through fresh fallen snow I tread a path…
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