I'm leaving you behind, aren't I?
Even though I see you in my future,
I can do that, I can imagine how things
Might be, one day, between us.
Leaving you behind would be like leaving
behind myself, a crime I would not have
the courage to commit, and yet I am doing it,
without even realizing.
Everything becomes more languid every day,
I wonder what I'm following, maybe a ghost
beacon, a mirage of the horizon, a
rainbow without a pot of gold at its end.
What's behind me? An island, an investment,
is that what my heart needs? Is there
land across the sea, or am I swimming
To the ocean where there is nothing waiting for me?
I don't want to leave you behind, and yet
I am doing so. Months and months of doubt, of
absence of action, or was that my action?
My heart does not know what it's leaving behind.