Leaving has never been a work of elegance,
I am yet to meet a person who can walk away with
Dignity, not when leaving loved ones, as no matter
How much greener the grasses are on the new land
That you step towards, a part of your heart is left behind.
I am no exception.
Tears in eyes, lump in throat, too much peanut butter
and not enough time to wash it down, “I’ll see you soon!” I say and “come back whenever
You can is the response, the choked words writhing with
All the words left unsaid in the brief time we had,
All the sunny days left to be had in the warm Autumn
That I now put behind me, take me to a picnic on a
Rugby pitch, not to the skies, I am a person not
A bird, I cannot fly away from you again.
At home, you can’t drive me and neither can he but
I want to be back at a midnight drive-through
In my best dress, you wore suits and pieces of
My heart remain there with you, children playing
Grown-up right until the moment that we realized
That we are just teenage nightmares in a dream world,
Perfect grades dance as tiny diamonds on a velvet
Black sky of ambitions but we keep our eyes on
The road, or at least I do as the window fogs and
We panic, panic, panic, it is 11:59 with a midnight curfew,
Am I discussing the car or this life?
I look out a window over the desert of these past
Few days, you are there and I am not, but you have
My heart and in the pieces scattered across beaches
And fields, I know, I’ll see you soon.