A little part of me wants to believe that you are just going to show up at the docks with your bag packs and ready to go. But I know it won’t happen, just wishful thinking.
Slowly drifting away.
I’ll always be there when you need me. I’ll be your light house that navigates you when you are lost. I’ll be your anchor to keep you grounded so you don’t drift away. It’s me and you against the world and I rather have no one else by my side but you.