You say
you leave at the 11th of march
He says
he leaves tomorrow
You on a plane
off to the Land of the red maple,
at Halifax, I heard
He leaves on a boat
to his home, the city of smiles
and he will leave again,
Off to the city of the ancient romans
of the stoic-faced
There he will forget me,
He will forget us.
I am leaving too,
or I have left already
My ship set out to sea last night
It disembarked
when you told me,
my sins were as real
as your departure
and my love
as transient as the red hair
I once had
and as intangible
as your ideals.
I leave
to wait for you
I leave to live without him.
And when my ship docks,
You will see me,
and the salt of the sea
shall have covered my sins
and flavored my love for you
to life
and he will see me,
he will remember
and smile.
