Exodus

One day, someone will ask
for volunteers to leave this place
and I will go.

I will leave behind the trees
and the seas and the bluest skies
and I will leave you, too.
I will leave you.
I will venture out
into the starry unknown
and find what lies beyond
this wet marble of a world,
aching, I will leave you
and I do not think I will return.

You will not come with me
and you will not ask me to stay,
and we both know why.

We have always known this
about ourselves. You love closely
and I love from far away.