Chancing Forever

When the ocean takes my hand and leads me to a new life, I will no longer dream nor live any more tears. I will be home, home away from the home I left that could not heal my heart in time. My mind leaves with every breath I take. I will marry the ocean one day, and the other days left behind will be jealous that they did not take a second glance. A glance inside what was nearly a door, not an exit, but a new beginning. An old heart, but a forever chance.