from all these places
I depart, have gone, left
to more places to leave
bereft of my presence.
how shall I linger? scratches,
scribbles on the wall
like a tar-mat; and I stand
petrified because I am disappearing
by the smile, tear, the laughter
loosed to be late for a meeting
elsewhere. I’ll see you soon,
yeah? don’t keep me waiting too long.