You and I

i knew the river, she said,
that lost its way in the desert,
there's not enough water,
to heal her scorched soul,
i think i share her arid fate, she said...

you got attached, he said,
to that story and wrote your own fate,
i can only  but find my own way across the desert,
and your fate you must mend on your own,
to take you along,
would be to falter, he said...
~Vinny
7/4/14