Every night,
When sleep eludes me and my thoughts turn dark,
I stare out my window at the blue moonlit street,
And in my mind I imagine myself walking
Down the sidewalk, across the road,
My hands shoved in my pockets and my collar up
To shield me against the cool wind of the night.

I can see myself walking for miles—
I know every twist and turn of the pavement by heart—
Until I’ve reached the edge of town,
This town that has ripped me to shreds and burned the pieces,
And I know that I’m so close to freedom…
Just one small step over the city limits,
Into no man’s land.

But it’s just a silly daydream, I tell myself,
Back in the prison I call reality. Yet
I can’t help but wonder what would happen
If I were to one day walk out the door, not just in my thoughts,
Without a word, without an intention of ever returning.
Would anyone look for me?
Would anyone cry or miss me?
Would anyone even care if I disappeared forever?