Alas, dearest Alexandria
My confidence has been constructed by the master architect.
A tower of heights allows me to take a leap as such,
God knows if I'll be back to see you soon.
What sorrow lies upon thy face?
Grey skies may match the gloom that I see in your eyes.
Blue is but absent in gazes as painful as the needles you use,
For colour is redundant in the face of disbelief.
I must admit that in my moment of courage,
Your face is not all that I keep in mind.
Under an umbrella you stand in the rain and tears,
While under nature I gaze upon my father's work with a smile.
It's the difference between you and me, Alexandria.
One which I hope that gentle face sees before scarred.
If you see not the patterns of the waves,
Then surely you are too blind to see the expressions of my solemn face.
Cast not away the memories of me,
For such misery is not a necessity on this night.
Think of this not as sorrow but as joy,
Place a smile on that face; tonight I leave with our problems on my boat.
I know not what lay before me in the world,
But surely I cannot see you from the back of my head.
Not that I am ashamed of what I do;
Choices have never been a virtuous quality of mine.
See me off into nothing,
Whisper curses as you learn to understand who I am.
For when your whispers cease you will have learned,
That the sun never shined as bright as it does without me there.