A movement of the heart.

You just know. Sometimes you just do and nothing you can think,
nothing you can pretend to believe in, can change the way any of it
feels.

I think of him on a far away continent, amidst the different looking
people, appearing strange and cartoonish in his commanding presence
and I wonder how he does it, how he is doing it.

I dream of being all alone in some foreign place and am exhilarated by
the terror and by the slightly faster beating heart and I know that
here is not where home is. I've known it for a long time, just
forgotten it and pushed it away.

How do you say goodbye?