I am a river:
I am your mother's laugh at Thanksgiving dinner
I am the back of your lovers head
I am your first wobbly steps to kindergarden
I am the crumpled sheets of the poem you wish you said
I am your heart, hardened
I am your eyes full of stars
I am your best freind's front door
I am the old sweater you left in a stranger's car
I am your soft spots
I am the ones, sore
And it never stops, it never stops, it never