DEPARTURE

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You don't understand,

sometimes,

the things I do.

When I launch my self

like a rocket ship

Thrusters on full,

Engines blazing,

Course charted,

planned,

plotted,

calculated

And leave you behind

to the static of my words

Enveloped in my dreams

You think the galaxies of stars

that separate us are infinitesimal

And that I don't feel

the coldness

Here,

Where night and day are only

Suns, twinkling in a vacuum

You think that I don't know,

or care, or care to know

That you wait for me where

the flowers do bloom

And life does have a cycle.

I go to find tomorrow

For I must go
and I must find

tomorrow
Through the coldness of space

Without you.

I could have stayed and

felt you warmly beside me

Never speaking of

or alluding to

The empty place that cries out my name

When I look up

and stretch out my arms to

find the answers

That whisper in the solar winds.

They guide me now
to another world,
away from you.