graveside, riverside

on past selves

shed the skin of your old self,
and take her to the river

once you reach the riverbank,
dig your shovel deeper

she’ll say she’s lost all hope,
nought’s left, but a sliver

she’ll grab you as you lay her down,
she’ll say that she’s a keeper

roll her into the grave you’ve dug,
by the side of the river

now embrace your life, your new beginning,
as the maiden weeper