Quiet Rivers

Sa. Your reflection in the window looked older tonight City towers leaning

like they knew your name Every corner whispering a different

kind of blame Shoes full of gravel from the life you chased every mile marked

by a dream you erased but the breeze from the river cut through the

noise Something quiet calling you back to your own voice

and maybe healing is just leaving every version you outgrew

let the night fall let the leaves call they remember more

than you so I walk where the garden meets the road where the past