Bye bye

 A Quiet Friend by the River

She came without a name,

a quiet soul by the riverbank.

No fence, no cage—just trust.

She stayed through mornings and still evenings,

eating only amaranth,

waiting without asking,

resting at the pillar

as if she belonged.

I watched her come and go,

never asking why.

Today, she left quietly—

no splash, no sound.

Just a space by the river

and a silence I recognize.

Maybe she’s gone for good.

Maybe not.

But I’m thankful she came,

and that for a while,

we shared the same peace.