We wave bye-bye madly. You disappear around the curve. Moments later, I am thrilled to see you again. Mother love.
I'm leaving my insecurities and regrets behind and becoming a new me.
Try to stop me if you can.
I’m leaving fresh footprints
wrapping
impenetrable cloak of death
around me
faded like empty paper bag
vanishing from tomorrow’s highway
The rest
is all
they’ll have;
peace’s
in parcels
I’m leaving behind:
patch-work-threaded thoughts,
quill-ted —
a hope chest,
satin
lined.
I'll leave you here, penciled neatly into the margins of my life's story:
we could have been something grand.
I depart with a shard of regret
That I leave you in a sea of grief
Without looking back again.
I wanted the touch of your hand to be a lasting memory, sadly, it wasn't...
I am leaving. Sorry if I had to reset the world. I just cannot stand what my own hands did
All you have to do is ask me not to go.
I just want you to want me to stay.
I'm leaving, in an instant, to the confines of my imagination.
Don't worry I'll be back when you need me.
