gone

because i don't want to know you everyday.
i don't want to suffer the details of your obsessions.
the obsessions you so easily release
once they leave your lips, invading my ears.
and now they wrestle inside my head.

i don't want to know you today.
i want that secret shore.
the one i dream of fleeing to
in the middle of the night
when no one can tell me "goodbye"
"i will miss you..."

i want that simple life.
the one where the grass is green
around my private cottage on the coast.
the one where i can't hear the phone ring
above the waves dancing sweetly on the sand.

because today i want to be gone.
alone on the airplane,
nestled next to a novel,
sleeping pills in my pocket.

but tomorrow i will be here.
because i have too much to say.
and even for a moment,
i am far too afraid to slip away.