Trying to Say Good-bye

We are already yesterday's asterisk
and mostly tomorrow's obituary.
If you own a tighter, faster disc
we may already be in mortuary.

Back-step if you can and I am able,
we can glide to shore together
somehow mounted on the same fable,
lythe and sweet as any bird's feather.

We may slow if I ever truly learn to dance,
waiting until we chance to kiss and smile.
Then let the twirls and scissor steps prance!
We'll kiss and step outside the world awhile.

I will truly miss you when you are gone
but I have already written you into a song.