he moved fast
swift as a mouse
running away from a cat
he said ‘I never
ever wanted to stay here’
and added ‘I will do
all that I can.’
I ask what
‘to escape’
he grew tired of everything else
often he would joke around
about leaving
about driving away
he already made plans
he will smoke on the way
of his escape
he will stay in a lodge when he gets tired
eat, drink, and probably sleep more
he never wanted to stay
‘where modern minds
think medieval’ adding
‘if I rot in hell, they would be happy’
so every night we talk
you never fail to say and add things to your plan
but I smile, laugh, and hug
everything about your plan
because of all his plans
of going away, driving all the way to
a city that never sleeps
of his great escape
I am in every plan
‘I’ll leave
only if you do’
and my heart melted
every broken piece of it
into one beating heart
for once, someone finally
thought about me
one night, I asked
(I don’t particularly care how or where)
‘so
when
do
we
go
love?’