By The River Dark

I haven't seen my sister for a long time. We were both busy working (on and for ourselves) and as we couldn't find words to share, we didn't talk. When we eventually met, we could only respect our sadness and kept silent, walking down the river in the eveing. Sisters in arms.
We needed to find a nice place by the river to sit and have a chat. We had to be quick and chase the setting sun. Everytime I found a nice somewhere, my sister stopped to talk to someone else, to help them in their misery. The same happened to me.
It was getting darker and darker. I needed to cross the river. I found a place where waters were split apart and one could reach the other bank safely. I was surprised to see it. I led my sister through the tunnel. I discovered the last spot of sun on the grass, the last possible place to sit and talk for a while. But again, we had to part and stand by other people.