That the bow line will snap.
And I'm crushed its not you.

But the trade winds will continue to blow.
And I will travel away with confidence.
That I won't get pushed into your shoals.
That I will drift...and I will tack
Against the currents of this world.

And sadly, you won't affect my bearing.
Though Reminiscence will scar my smile.

I will drift by.

I will not romanticize
This distance between you and I.
Between what could be and what is.

The curveture of the earth.
And the aperture of your eye.
The green green grass.
And a starless night sky.

I find you everywhere I am.
But even in my best dreams.
You still say goodbye.