we were like sailboats,
you and i,
and the wind kept blowing us off course.
you'd go east,
and i'd go west,
somehow still thinking we'd meet in the middle.
but mother nature always had other plans for us, didn't she, darling?
storms prevented us from ever finding our way back,
and a shipwreck broke us both in two.
now your sailboat will no longer tread the open waters,
and mine is more comfortable staying buried in the sand, all alone.
perhaps, this was mother nature's way of saying there never was a place for us.