l packed my bags and l left
this restlessness could not sit still any more
l walked for miles
past the ocean
past parks
past streets
past houses with no one home
past the grass where l sat most summer evenings
reading miller's adventures in paris
and l saw faces of my past in every store window
and shadows of myself behind every tree
and l washed it all away
to watch the sun set behind a backdrop of stars
and feel the night cut through me like a thousand knives
so with a heavy heart and a wandering mind
l swallowed 5 years in one breath
and went into battle with time.
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