i was the hopeful,
You were the hoped for.
Mine was the heartful,
And you were the hurt full.

Intrinsically.

Now I watch you meander away,
from me. To another ocean, another sea.

And though I still am that river,
Renewed before your eyes: a well spring:

Albeit frozen then fed by a glacial source, 
I still feel my heart flow away from all that I could have...