My fishlove
you weren’t ready
you were the water
I drank, at first refreshed
for I was the rock
solid and sure
you would cover me
fill my cracks
linger in my dented depressions
make me the centerpiece
of your calming pool
while I grounded and contained
your evasive fluid
Instead, you were runoff
unchanneled
flowing away
gathering debris
pulled by gravity
downhill
So I became alchemy
transformed into water
to match your chaos
slacken your fleeing
with countercurrent
a river round your stoic rockface
to nourish and moisten
your stuck stones
to free movement
Instead you broke apart
when winter threatened
I guess
it’s not the fault of the water
for shattering the rock
when she follows the seasons
and freezes inside
nor the fault of the rock
for his ancient fissures
formed by heat and stress
over time.
© S. Rinderle, 2015
Purple Lyrics 
I like it. A lot.
The thought strikes me: have you ever considered doing a dialog & parallel poem—i.e., his thoughts & feelings as you can express them?
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Thanks Friend! Intriguing idea — I had not thought of that. I think I did some personal work like that months ago as part of my own healing/processing after the breakup but it never came to me as a poem. I confess these days I’m not feeling particularly generous or empathetic in that direction. 🙂
Yesssssss. (Thank you for this — especially that last stanza. The heart, the fairness.)
Thank you Kim! 🙂 The 2nd and 3rd lines I paraphrased from Legends of the Fall – I always liked that metaphor.