i have practiced the art of leaving for so long and i have mastered it. i can board a plane and fly away forever and not look back once. and i have. i can love a person today and still leave tomorrow. i think while learning to leave i have forgotten how to stay. i think i like it better this way. nobody can touch me. i am gone before they are close. i hope they don’t mistake me for a ghost. i hope they do. i leave people feeling cold. i leave people wondering if i was ever truly there. i leave people before they they leave me. someone asked me if i ever get lonely. of course i do. nobody touches me. i come home to an empty apartment. nobody touches me. i brush my teeth and get into bed alone. nobody touches me. i dream alone. nobody touches me.