after nights of thematic uncertainty

after nights of thematic uncertainty
i blame it on the number 13 & my baggage
contained 7 days & 6 nights exactly.
i flung it like salt over my shoulder & left.
leaving does not require much. movement.
perhaps two or three words. a kiss on the cheek.
tears. for effect. a backwards glance. for effect.
it is easier to leave than to think about leaving.
after nights of thematic uncertainty & maps
strewn about so damn casually there is nothing
left to do. there are so many ways to leave
& i want to try them all. to find those two or three words
& a more passionate kiss. blame it on the number 13.