I am not afraid to lose you

— I’ve already let you go —

for I know that if I choose to

love the ocean, ebb and flow

will mark the only way that we can be

— and willing, love, and knowing this

— Beloved Friend, unbound and free,

our coming and our going — kiss

the air with every breath as every

tide upon the shore,

and know

the sweet release

as we recede

shall whet our taste for more.