You leave me,
believing in this eventuality:
that people will leave you
that I will leave you.
You just wanted to strike first.

Before you cast yourself away,
into endless horizon and ocean blue,
there is too much I want to tell you.

But no matter,
just remember
it was you, my love, who told me
that life is never about bobbing to passive waves,
but in forging a new wake
in this endless ocean of possibilities.

Your silhouette diminishes,
waves lap at these lonely shores
and I wonder if it is the weak
whom are not lonely.