The farewell.
They say the ice will hold.
So there I go, forced to believe them
by my act of trusting people, stepping out on the ice.
And naturally, it gaps open.
And I, forced to carry on coolly by my act of being
imperturbable, slide directly into the water
wearing my captain's helmet.
Waving to the shore with a sad smile, goodbye my darlings,
goodbye dear one, as the ice meets over
my head with a click.