left

Left, not like the direction, or the hand-

but... like tomorrow I will say, "I have left LA"

I will say, "I have left Passport"

I will say, "I left Kendra"

I will say, "I have left my bed"

I will say, "I have left my life"

Left is such a funny word.

I left my heart in San Fransisco... I left my purse at the bar. I left my dignity in Chicago. I left my car keys at home. I left homework in my locker. I left my towel on the floor. I left my headlights on. I left home. I left my waitress a tip. I left my viola. I left my aspirations to be a singer. I left my TV on.

I have left a lot of things. I have a left hand. I have a left foot. I have two left feet. I have made many left turns.



I have made a life here that is 100% mine. That I worked for and starved for and struggled for.

I am ready, though- to leave that and put it into the past tense. I am ready to cross the country again and try again until I find it. Until I find the place I dont want to leave anymore.