What would it be like,
to have belongings small enough
to fit into a bag,
and walk out the door
without turning back?
would I be plagued with guilt?
would images of happier times,
flash through my mind
(as shown on tv, like they love to say)?
or perhaps,
the feeling of utter freedom,
no strings attached,
could make me smile
more than I have
for the past ten years.
but in any case,
my leaving would not leave behind
hearts left broken,
nor wounds left unhealed.
the only one who would care
has gone to a place
so far, that no matter how many times I write,
replies will never be expected.
so it's for the best that I leave,
and never turn back,
for regret hurts the insides,
and never heals.
http://innervosa.net/13/
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