I left for Nepal then
made my way to Europe
for I felt this could
serve me somehow,
perhaps as an education.
But in leaving home,
I left you, too,
and have waited to be
sentenced for committing
this greatest of
betrayals.
September’s coming
and Europe will soon
prepare for the cold.
I’ll fly back home and
into spring
where a new love is
birthing for you
—one I’ll be foreigner
to;
one I’ll be punished by;
one that will pain me
and test me
on just how much I’ve
really learned.
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