THE PLACE WHERE FLOW FLOWS

You said your goodbyes,

Old friend,

And I went on my way,

in a quest to discover

the place where love flowed.

I sought to find

the rivers of anticipation

that hushed down the mountains of hope

and brought to life

the lush green fields of calmness,

Where the crops would dance with affection.

Where the elixir of fondness

would spring out,

bursting through mountains of intimacy.

But as I circled this earth,

Old friend,

I found nothing,

And in that nothingness,

I had nowhere to look but within,

where I found,

capsuled, the place I was looking for.

So here I am,

Enjoying this instance,

Leaning against your tombstone,

Old friend,

Telling you I found the place,

Where you went,

after those goodbyes you said to me.