This is what happens
when you leave -

you go out to the world
and abandon all hope

of who you once were.
She who came before

is not enough. It must all
be shaped again.

You step out into it and
the breath leaves the body:

the city it has no roof,
the days they have no end,

‘beginning’ takes on a new
form entirely.

And you begin and you begin
and you begin again. You

go out until you can reach no
further. Finally, it stops. You

come home and want to wrap
yourself around everything.