Growing out of the River

she throws the pieces
of her heart
into the river
ribbons of gore
trailing red
in the current

the sorrow seeps
through her boots
on the bank
blank
filling up the empty spaces
places his inadequacies
once lived

she overflows
falling tears
failing laughter
memories of
never weres
and will be never nows

in the mud she waits
for the rising sun
the seeds planted
to take root
to grow
to bloom
to become the shadow caster
instead of the darkness
in which he hid