going away (dont worry, this is a poem, not an action plan)

[i_rememberme]

this will take some time i know. this chance,
so easily taken, could just easily be lost. so
i make lists. endless streams of fear and hope all
wrapped up with a dot.
a letter for the milkman.

perhaps i'll fly there. i've always been scared
of falling though (the landing bit is easy).
i think. perhaps a boat. my ship of fools,
all headed towards promises. you cannot be
lost on a boat.

when i get there i will change my watch
and try not to breathe too loudly.