Leaving Home For Home
Plant a kiss
On whoever’s forehead you can
Without awakening
The more goodbyes the better,
But too many
On those who care too much
Will only leave bits of your lips,
Parts of your spirit,
Behind.
Take a bag,
Never two,
Realize what you truly need
To go
To pump your legs
To slap the pavement with your old sneakers
That never keep the rain away.
Shiver in the cold,
Pant in the heat,
Wish for different weather
No matter the season.
It’s hard
Away from
What you thought of as home.
But home
Is not a permanent place,
For when the tides rush in,
You must run
Or be caught in the ocean
And its
Eternally shifting,
Warping,
Changing,
House of blue.
You are alone now,
Even those not yet weaned,
Even those providing,
Even those in the middle.
You are alone now.
Make it so you are not.
But to no longer be alone,
You must leave
What left you.