Where I End and You Begin
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin
And I'm sorry for us
All things end. That's the reality of life.
I'm okay with change, with impermanence. What I have trouble with is giving up on something, or on someone.
Sometimes I think I am like a captain of a ship holding to the wheel while the waters rise. Difference is, I hold on, not because of honor, or tradition, but because I am incredibly stubborn and think that if I try just a little harder, extend more effort, I can keep the ship from sinking.
Some ships are meant to sink.