Analysis of hollow

I was a stream
I went where I pleased
You were a mountain
As I came closer
your depth became more
and more apparent
until you were everything around me
it seemed we were meant to be

I was a bottle
and you were the wind
when you left I lost my voice
I sat hollow for some time, by choice
I wanted to shatter
I tell myself that none of that matters
that after all I've been through
I am stronger now, truthful, resolute
I tell myself
the stream meanders
because it answers to no one but gravity
that in reality, the ashes will scatter
no matter how much the forest
thinks it needs them to rebuild again
I tell myself
that men shouldn't sink so deep into poetic feelings
but if I believe that
I'm still just as foolish
as the man who watched you walk away