Titanic

It's almost like untying my shoe laces
and running barefoot on the beach
diving into the coming waves
swimming, away from you.

Here I can't hear you calling, 
and you never answer when I call.
Here I can't hear you,
asking why I'm late,
why I picked up a friend (instead of you),
why I chose a different road,
why I thought for myself.

Here I can't hear you,
asking me for absolute certainties,
your open questions,
with hidden promises to be made.

Here I can't see you,
to patch up your crumbling ego,
as you gobble in a feast of fear,
and  insecurities.

Here I can be me
all alone
in the darkness
in my ocean
sinking slowly to my death
with the heavy anchor I chained to my foot.
You wouldn't understand
just how liberating it feels.