One day, someone will ask for volunteers to leave this place and I will go.
I will leave behind the trees and the seas and the bluest skies and I will leave you, too. I will leave you. I will venture out into the starry unknown and find what lies beyond this wet marble of a world, aching, I will leave you and I do not think I will return.
You will not come with me and you will not ask me to stay, and we both know why.
We have always known this about ourselves. You love closely and I love from far away.