I was watching his back muscles move

Trying to figure out how he was a river and a boy

In the same space

Carving canyons, scars, rainpaths 

And other crying shapes

We climbed up to the tallest cliff together

It took many days and many nights

Until we reached the peak

It was the farthest we could go together

I curled my toes over the edge and felt the impossible gravity

The beautiful view

While he ran, flew, over the edge – sparkling.

 I could not follow him.