A Step Out the Door

Euphoric, it may seem,

Of the prospect of leaving to

become someone else to a growing mind.

Wishing that we could have sooner.

With the energy I have built up,

after all those years of yearning,

I have finally have the chance to do it

without the silly repercussions that follow

without the barriers that bar me to doing so.

Yet, as I finished packing

and the bags are at the door

and the sight of the summer air lingers,

I hesitated. I stopped.

Why? After all those years of longing

to move out and escape,

why must I hesitate.

And there, I looked behind

A woman and man, faces stern with passion

Yet I saw the tears, masked and uncontrollable

I knew that I was going to miss home. A lot.