I keep leaving.

I keep leaving.

A Poem by Julie Horst
"

We're all just stumbling around.

"
Seven times in four years
I've packed it all in
I'm getting really good
at throwing things away
but as Jim stated
(correctly, it turns out)
the older you get,
the harder it is to start over somehow.
(He's one of the ones
who won't answer my texts now.)

Saw a shirt today that said
Gimme MO Love
and nearly bought it
in case of nostalgia
because I'm gone again, inevitably
with or without that tall fellow
going south, home
to the roads I could navigate blind
and this landmark and that landmark
and all that snow that doesn't fall
but above all
returning to the place I felt most loved
even if
the ones I loved no longer call.

© 2013 Julie Horst


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Added on May 24, 2013
Last Updated on May 24, 2013
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Julie Horst
Julie Horst

St. Louis, MO



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