Leaving, too

February 11, 2020

I think I’ll leave too
Throw this suitcase out the door 
I think I’ll do that thing I always wanted
Go where I never have before 
Maybe I’ll do that Phd 
Decide to commit to the years
It’ll be hard at first
But I’ll write it out in tears 
Maybe I’ll leave for better things
Like nicer buildings and more money
Maybe I’ll go on an adventure 
And keep of mama a jar of honey 
I think I’ll leave too
Say goodbye to my favorite faces
I’ll lose a bit of me
To keep of them a few traces 
Maybe I’ll leave tomorrow
Say goodbye to my home
Maybe I’ll drown all this sorrow
Hum its songs on a subway alone 
I think I don’t have a choice
But to fold these jackets and go
No one’s staying anyway
This life I’ll never again know 
I think I’ll buy as many books as I can
Some Advil and local wines
For when it gets lonely in that new strange land 
I’ll sip on red and write about the times 
I think I might as well go
Save this love for some other rhyme
Whatever’s mine I know
Might have already missed me this time 
There’s nothing special about here
Nothing first world or divine
But in between aches and worry
At least I walk a floor that’s mine 
But what’s done is done
I can’t turn back the clock
Undo the demise of a country
When hope has left its dock 
I don’t think I want to go
leave whats possible and go astray
But this crippling dream won’t do
When even destiny won’t get its way

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