There's no
simple explanation.

It's such a
waste of time.

I'm so tired
of talking

When you
don't listen
or try.

Exhausted from all
of the catastrophes

You've created inside.

I've had all
that I can take.

And so let's make
this short and sweet:

It's time to say goodbye.

Life has it agenda,
First then second, finally third.
Remind ourselves that memory are faint history;
To let history replay for the future to unfold.
Time weld life into death; so is death to life.
Here I stand, where it all started;
Gazing back, life was once better.
Ultimately, departure is inevitable;
Where else can one go without longing?
Longing are fleeting calling;
Appeared like faint snow, disappeared with one blow.

Every ship
leaving the port,
are each
a metaphor.

To the
brave who
embark,
how often
do you cast
a backward gaze?

To those
who depart
for other shores,
I think of you
daily.
Hourly.

When shall it be my turn
to cast a backward gaze
on those I leave behind?

I see you there
In the rearview mirror of my life
Fading
As I move forward
knowing
we'll never ride
side by side
again