Forever Parallel

I sit on solid ground,
A strip of earth between two rivers.
Both gurgling, conversing with their creatures.
Very different shades of blue.

Little fish hop up in the waves of one,
Fireflies dance above the other.
Both are beautiful.
Playing little songs against the stones.

But the ground is not so solid,
And it weakens every day.
It's becoming evident now
I can only go one way.

I know they won't converge again.
It has to be goodbye.
They never really did converge,
Simply ran on either side.

Either way, I'm hurting,
No real happy end.
Both rivers lead to pain, for me,
There's no need to pretend.

Reality hurts,
It draws deep blood.
I'm guaranteed some tears.
Heartache that drops me like a shock.

It'll be a full goodbye.
I know, ringing permanence in my tired ears.
It's the hurting of a gentile river
That's the source of all the fear.

I know which one I have to choose,
No way around that.
I dip my hand into the crystal blue,
Turn my back on it to a cornflower hue.

Hope there's understanding,
Though I truly doubt.
Such entrapment, really,
In the thought of just

"without".