I’m hopping a flight
I don’t care where I’m headed.
I need a break from my life.
And the losses I’ve dreaded.
Maybe taking a plane
to some place faraway
will help me feel sane–
help me face a new day.
I won’t send a postcard.
Don’t expect me to call.
I’m in need of some me time.
I’m so done with this all.
I can connect to feeling the need to drop off the map for awhile. I also just enjoyed the quick pace of this poem.