leaving

I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.

So now it__ this thing I do.I go away, ever so often, by myself, for myself,to new places with foreign streets I haven__ walked yet,and there I wander, up and down, watching people going places I don__ knowand it always hits me that they__e never alone,always with someone,and I wonder how they would spend a day all on their own in a foreign city with nothing to do and no one to see,and I wonder if they__ be happy.Just simply being free,like I am trying to be.Happy.Just simply being me.

Jehanne said that it would always be like this. That I would always be young and beautiful in her memory, and she in mine. That I would never grow resentful, never be tempted to betray her. That she would never grow restless and fickle, and see to replace me. So you see, not exactly the sentiments of a great and terrible love affair.

Give as much as importance to your goal as you give it to your first girlfriend, with that much importance your girlfriend might still leave you but your goal will definitely come to you.

Goals doesn't leave you like men, goals wait, they wait for their achievers.

__ebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall carve of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.

And I wished I could believe him. I wished with all that I had. And when you're eleven, you're on the cusp between still believing wishing worked if you wanted something hard enough and understanding the world is teeth and sharp edges. I wished. I did. I promise you with all that I have that I did. But I knew the teeth. The sharp edges. And they were bigger than wishing. I was only eleven, but I was the product of my upbringing too. Maybe that's why I was able to be the one to leave. Maybe I'd been looking for a reason and latched on to the first one that came, no matter how hard it was. If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that it's easier to leave someone before they leave you. Because eventually, everyone leaves. It's inevitable.

I ached with loss that I__ never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds...you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you left leaving my coffee scentless and my couch comfortless leaving upon my fingers the melting snow of you you left behind a calendar full of empty days and seasons full of aimless wanders leaving me alone with an armful of sunsets your reflection behind in every puddle your whispersupon every curtain your fragranceinside every petal you left your echoes in between the silence of my eyes Oh and how you leftleaving my sands footless and my shores songless leaving me with windows full of moistened moonlight nights and nightsof only a half-warmed soul and when you left... you left behind a lifetime of moments untouched the light of a million starsunshed and when you left you somehowleft my poem...unfinished. (Published in Taj Mahal Review Vol.11Number 1 June 2012)

This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don__ know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I__ sort of scared to leave it all behind, everything I__e lived with, I have so many memories of all the things I__e done here and I__ afraid if I leave, I might lose all my memories_

The only person you should ever fear losing in a relationship is you yourself.

The act of you leaving was just the full stop at the end of a terrible sentence. Fact is, I lost you long before you ever left.

The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.

There isn't much difference between "giving" and "leaving". While the former will ALWAYS come back to you, the latter will only do if it was meant to be yours in the first place.

Leaving others alone is a sign of cowardice, whether you are involved in a war or in a relationship.

They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.

Don__ confuse the darkness that__ leaving with the light that__ coming in.