These Are Not My Truths, II

II

Sometimes

you hold on, too tightly,

to everyone and everything.

As I stare,

into the red tinged darkness,

watching the stars blink into existence.

I wonder,

Is it because you never learned to

 let go,
or because you’re scared

we won’t come back.

I’m four hundred and sixty seven miles away-
I counted every single step,
to make sure I knew

how to get home.