Painful goodbyes
The thunderstorm has upborne
as my ship keeps sinking —
I wonder,
are you waiting on the farther shore,
or are you lingering?
Tell me you're not waiting for the ship to sink.
How sore I've made your heart —
I didn't know.
I hope my tears be
merciful showers for you.
Can I expect you to
overlook the drought I brew?
If not that, my life, I hope,
is enough price to pay.
And if even that falls short —
view this priceless scenery
through my eyes.
Breathtaking, this view —
strangely,
not a breath left to take away.
Adieu, you — but at least
be there where I am finally laid.
That is, of course,
if my body is found.
Shamefully, I won't turn up
for the request I've made.