the river of Lethe runs through all the lands,
but most of the people have forgotten her truth:
that her waters are home to Love that is forgotten,
currents removing parts of soul from mind and heart
but the most peculiar thing about this ancient river,
is how salty she is, saltier than the saltiest sea,
for each human tear contains a fragment of a memory
a reflection of true Love that appears as shattered
and so the more they cry the heavier Lethe becomes
until her pregnant body can contain no more anguish
and the seething waters appear to rage and release,
dumping whatever she can into the nearest ocean bay
but as the storm calmly buries memories in the sea,
the people wipe the remaining tears from their eyes
to soldier on to find a love not worthy of tears,
not even anger, and certainly not worthy of Lethe.