You are walking away.
Way to go...
You would turn back,
But the ship is not waiting.

I am crying
As all I have treasured
Becomes a small black dot
In the distance.

You would turn back,
But the ship is leaving with
Or without you.

You are in
About to set sail
From all that I was
To all I am not.

I was standing on the shore
Trying hard to leave the deck
Of the ship that was sailing away.

That was the hardest thing
I have done.