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Reflection: 

This is a melancholy-themed poem that came into being while listening to the haunting gem of a song: “The River” by Bruce Springsteen. Much of Bruce’s music is deeply moving, and this song is no exception. This poem reflects a romantic relationship gone wrong – and the deep emotional drops and life repercussions that can sometimes result from that. I’ve had multiple life experiences like this as I’m sure many others have. So, I hope this poem will resonate with some of you.

I played the song, “The River” by Bruce Springsteen in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of the poem. If you listen to this song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.