goodbye mother dear,
father- farewell.

i cannot tell
when i shall return

but those more learned than i
would say, "when i am ready."

the heaviest, headiest
burden, must i pull:

adulthood duller
than my childhood was wild.

its been awhile
since we've spoken

i've cultivated maturity and a broken
heart since that beats twice less than it should.

i tried to cry last night, but couldnt;
the airport makes me numb.

the magazines i read there make me dumber
than i'd like to admit to being.

plane takes off: im caught up in my breathing-
in and out in and out. dont stop.

why is it, (i ask myself alot,)
that everybody stays

and i am always leaving?