DAY 67

The river cried for you, Love.
She said you were not well, Love.
They say this is a blessing, Love.
Run in the dark, Love.
Be blind, Love.

The river cries for me, Love.
She says I am not well, Love.
I say this is a blessing, Love.
I will run in the dark, Love.
I will be blind at your expense, Love.

The river will cry for us, Love.
They'll say we are not well, Love.
We've said this is a blessing, Love.
We've walked in the dark, Love.
We were blind, Love.