WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE (WHAT WILL YOU TAKE?)

when you leave this place

I drive down the coast

Watching the life I built for myself fade from the rearview mirror.

I remind myself that this is what I wanted

That this was always the plan.

But then I think of the park next to the river

The mountains in the distance

The smell of a pacific northwest spring

But then I think of the late nights with friends i made

The smiling coworkers

The loud neighbors

But then I think of you.

The way you kissed my forehead before I left you for the first and the last time.

I pull of the road and leave the keys in the engine and make my way to the shore

I look out on an angry ocean

And I think of myself.

In some way or another, it always exists in the places I went and the people I met.

A thick fog is rolling in the waves and remind me it's time to go

It's time to go

You have to go.