leaving isn't quite the same, he said to me,

as running away

if you're scared or tired of what you're scared of

well, why should you stay?

he loved to say goodbye

and always counted out the time

until he was free, to get up and leave

to learn how to breath

again

slipping out to have a cigarette with someone else that he'd never met

ask her if by the way would she like to run away

and try to forget?

or just not to stay, to leave without saying why

to get up and go

to catch the last train

to get in some car

and drive out again

to never come back this way....

and have to say....

goodbye