The River

The river always did run between us,
A natural divide.
But we never saw it that way.
The river was just an obstacle for us to
Conquer.
So we did and we found each other.

But the river always came back in other forms,
Taking the place of that natural divide
We thought we had beaten.

Soon the new river won.
Each one's river bank now a foreign land
Where we didn't speak each others' language.
And there was no Rosetta Stone.