the journeys i await to take
in case of tragedy
lead me away from home
lead me away from the comfortable known
a spurning? an ending? a new leaf turning?
monastic? ecstatic? or just another further contrived version of static?
all this waits upon a mishap that will leave me no more willing through its hap
but leaves me no closer to peace
that i seek
by awaiting an excuse to leave.
and so i know now
i could only accumulate
reasons that were true before
and though they were not given by you
they spoke for you in your absence
until your words came to my heed
until your voice came like a soothing balm
of what you thought was true
of what you hoped i knew
but what i dared not believe
until it came from you