I probably will not ever return

to the place where five rivers meet

and that may mean I will not see your face

again, other than through the odd text,

or family updated picture, or should you travel

north to see me; when your life is complex

and comfortable, why would you waste time

leaving the valley in which we once roamed.

 

The rivers roll on with majesty

and I have sat by many a bank,

the tumble down grass, tumbled down upon