Arrive in the desert to find heavy rain clouds draped across the mountain ranges. Thirty-two years of landing in this valley, each step feels more precious now than the last. How many more times will you discover this place, before it is taken from you yet again?
There's a reason I cling so the people I love, to the trinkets I own and the homes beneath my feet. Time and time again, that which I desperately wanted to take for granted was taken from me instead. I lost you over and over, until I started throwing everything away before I ran the risk of losing it. I left you in the doorway, don't think I don't remember, don't think the look on your face isn't etched inside my skin, you didn't know I was all quicksand and bushfire and all you'd be left with were wounds.
A car sits in the driveway, awaiting further instructions. Everything you own is drawing nearer to itself. You are gathering up your belongings, for what?
Are you leaving,
or are you the one being left behind?
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