One day you will grow wings
and I'll take to the sea.
We'll be separated by hemispheres
stratospheres
light years.
I can't keep you to myself.
You can't hold me to your chest.
Holding on breaks our hands.
Running burns our feet.
You can't swim
and I can't breathe.
When the wind blows, it will carry you away.
When the rain falls, it will wash me away.
When the storm comes, it will cast us away.
One day you will grow wings
and I'll take to the sea.
Stand here right next to me
while we still can,
only fingers touch,
for now this is enough.
(revised May 2012)
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