I imagined myself leaving
someday. Trading
plains for seas, exchanging
something loved for something
unknown.
And maybe it's the fear
of quietly whispering
goodbye that unsettles me.
Maybe it's the inevitable
end of familiarity,
like the sun's western descent
after a day that should not
end.
And when it does,
we all pack our bags
and say farewell.
Eventually,
I will trace new roadmaps on the
back of my hands;
I will find the familiar
creaks in the floorboards.
And when the sun sets,
someone will leave a light on
for me.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
I imagined myself leaving
someday. Trading
plains for seas, exchanging
something loved for something
unknown.
And maybe it's the fear
of quietly whispering
goodbye that unsettles me.
Maybe it's the inevitable
end of familiarity,
like the sun's western descent
after a day that should not
end.
And when it does,
we all pack our bags
and say farewell.
Eventually,
I will trace new roadmaps on the
back of my hands;
I will find the familiar
creaks in the floorboards.
And when the sun sets,
someone will leave a light on
for me.
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