I left before dawn
when the house was still
I made no sound
(no announcement)
and I walked
(away)
thought I heard the door
cry, “Wake up!”
the front steps, “She’s leaving!”
in unison
(surely they all heard)
there was surprise
in the frantic whispers
amongst the blades of grass
(couldn’t believe it myself)
and I walked
(away)
nothing in my pockets
but my hands
my trembling hands
standing at the intersection
of Somewhere and
Anywhere
with Nowhere in mind
aimlessly walking
(away)
from That Place (that pain)
one
step
at
a time
toward Any Place Else
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



HCReingold
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