only as we turn our backs to we realize
the heat of true comfort of the roads we just left.
nostalgia and regret that there wasn't enough time
to sit at the coffee shop window this time.

i liked it when it rained.

i was forced to speak of optimism
before i could partake in it genuinely,
jumping the gun on plans than never panned out.
i regretted letting you down more than myself.

a running start guarantees your cigarette will reach the street.

others' homes that were never mine,
but given freely at the exchange of some innocence
of our friendship.
i left the scent of high as i left,

locking the front door and heading out the back.

clever escapes were my forte.
but i find that perchance i did not escape it at all.









moving to los angeles was the most difficult decision i've made in a long time.
and leaving you again was the most grown up thing that i could do.

something like unconditional love.