I stared into my reflection a while this morning
and asked it what was wrong with me

“You’re out of your mind,” it replied.

So I’m just packing up the rest of my things now. I’ll leave the sleepless nights and the key to the back closet by the door, it’s mostly filled with thoughts of you, anyway. And you can keep the pointless talks and the photographs and the weight of wasted time. I’ve no need for them where I’m headed. I’ve no idea where that is, by the way, just that the open road has never looked brighter and no matter where it leads me, I will be free.

I’ll miss the neighborhood, but I’ll never miss who I was when I was with you.