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.
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.