I Don't Know Why I Left Home

Out of the line of fire
Alone
I don’t know why I ever left home
I don’t know what I’m doing or where I am going
Enough of all sides
Children clap
Once she got into your room, there was no going back
I would have loved you
In fight of every day’s most quiet need —
— But when I see myself open as a grave
Her eyes
As I read over these words
I hope they’ll find their way back to you
I hope this letter will do
Out of the line of fire
Alone
I don’t know why I ever left home
I don’t know what I’m doing or where I am going