Hidden in a river he doesn’t visit
Lost the shadows of everyone
He turned from in haste.
She hits her head into his banging indifference
Sometimes finding it refreshing
She doesn’t know whether to laugh
Or keep turning her head to it.
A stream flows past a child
Playing beside it for days
Suddenly dying of thirst
Because they were too afraid
They would be swept away
To taste a drink of it.
Lady one got to touch his very soul
Lady two got to see his soul
Lady three he hid it from
Lady four he pretended she saw it
Lady five he swore his devotion to
Lady six gets nothing but praise
Lady seven is promised nothing.
Laughing, she looks at her phone
To see if maybe he said something worthwhile
But why would he?
Lady seven gets nothing
She isn’t his present
She is his