You and I grew up
in complete agreement on one point:
we would, under no circumstances, stay here.
Then you did, and I did not,
though I didn’t move too far away.
But I did move. There were times, therefore,
when I considered you a traitor. You got stuck,
I suppose, but why didn’t you
struggle harder to free yourself?
Now, of course, I’m not far away
in body, and you’re still there both in body
and in spirit. You’re fully wherever you happen
to be, in fact. I don’t seem to have all of me
with me ever. How do you do that?
I swear, one day I’m gonna learn
how to be fully present and then
it won’t matter if I’m back in that little town
or not, really. It won’t matter.
It might never have mattered. If I’d learned
how to be complete wherever I am
I might never have been jealous of you.

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