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Without looking back

5/22/2017

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I'm leaving by accident
Just as I arrived
Borne aloft by the hope of love
Blown west like a dandelion's clock
Waiting for your voice
Saying "go!" on the wind


But this time
It's not the going that's happenstance
It's the reason
The knowledge of home
In a place I've never seen
A permanence determined
And I'm not afraid of forever
Like I always have been


To quell my impatient fidget
I prepare
Writing lists
Making plans
Learning new languages
Revisiting old ones
And I know we won't use them
Much or at all
But it stills the clamor
Quiets my "when?"
Redirecting the instinct to bolt
Without looking back












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