Exit Strategy

I wish I had done this more, you think regretfully. I wish I had gone there, if only once. Your bags lie packed in the corner of their guest room, you refuse to pull the blinds because it's the last light night you'll see, and your early alarm already makes the travel jitters tingle in your body. There's a sense of home that lies in hearing voices and movement behind closed doors when you're trying to sleep. 

Your lids are heavy, your breaths already slow. Tomorrow everything will look different. So let it. 

Just be here, now.