I was sitting with her by the stream
Along came drifting a paper boat
Suddenly she remembered him from last night’s dream
And promises in a letter that he wrote

She bid goodbye and crossed the bridge in haste
I didn’t understand why she so suddenly departed
In rage, I wanted to set fire to this place
But the river changed its course and things were sorted

These days I sometimes walk by the stream to reflect on her pride and my prejudice
I think about how she said things would be simple, but yet that wasn’t it
I wonder if it would have been different if even I had made a promise
For I miss the loving and caring; it is but an addictive habit