I walked right into it.
The immense waiting sadness
The nipping at the heels panic
The monster on my back
That I carried through the manic
Chaos of letting go. The madness
Of thinking I could leave.
Walk away.
Thinking I would retrieve
A home I’d packed away
Retracing a leaving only
To find no trace left behind
But of sadness indiscriminate.
And so I walked right into it.
Not knowing that once you’ve gone
There’s no place like home.