so
let’s talk,
old friend.
what is it
that you want to say
to little old me?
I’m not good enough?
you don’t trust me?
I’m not sure that’s my fault.
I admit there were
issues with our ship,
but I didn’t wreck it.
here we sit
old friend,
on this deserted island.
each searching for
something the other
just can’t provide.
I’m going to get up and run
to the arms of my
Strong Rescuer.
while you sit in the sand,
and continue to cry because
no one will save you.
I’m truly sorry
that things didn’t
go so well.
but here’s the thing,
I’m making my way
off this island.
you won’t come with me
so I’ll have to leave you behind,
but you have to at least try.
I’ll see you again sometime
in the future, once you have
let your feet lead you to the Rescuer.
for now,
goodbye
old friend.