I have an unhealthy desire to pack my things,
take the next flight to anywhere,
and never look back.
Not even once.
Starting over in a new place
where no one knows my name
would be quite the adventure.
If one day, I up and left,
my mother would take it harder than anyone else,
but even she would need only shed a single tear
before the image of her other "good" children
charged to the front of her conscious.
Then I'd be able to watch her forget me,
but only from a safe distance.