I don’t know

I don’t know how to leave you
to be cut off from the umbilical cord

To replace your sweet milk
for the taste of soft drinks

To write my own stories and sing my own songs
Instead of listening to your voice as melodic as the nightingale

To exit your solace

And drive into the darkness

On the roads

That will never be as safe as the lines of your palms

Through the fog

I don’t know how

to become a residence

Of someone

That will leave me