Leaving to Return

Leaving is an art
It is the execution of deep-seated intentions.
It is near involuntary,
But should be felt like the disparity and gap of indention.

Leaving is like thieving.
Do it with stealth, do it with a single mind;
Not like breath when heaving:
Seemingly forced. Leave like one stolen by the wind.

Say goodbye with a note.
A paragraph is a flood, give them a drop:
Just a phrase or a quote.
Leave them a slender, slippery string to grope.

Leave before dawn.
Inhibition may visit before you leave.
Toads may come to spawn,
And tell you leaving will only bereave.

How doves coo in your ears
And convince you against your set will.
How doves’ eyes twinkle with tears
When going is the only source of your tranquil.