I'm leaving you Jimmy--
pulling away from our wooden dock
with its splinters
to hourney out into the ocean.
Now you can feel my motion of leaving
and can see me still in detail
but gradually I'll disappear.
Maybe I'll write you a message
and put it in a bottle to be delivered
to you.
It hurt too much being tied up
to your dock--
the lines were so tight
I rubbed and got bruised.
I need to focus on the sky
and the water now--
good bye.