All Things Are

I want to
Sit Indian style
Around
Your leg
Like a child
Anchoring you
From leaving.

But I don't

I want to
Release tears
Every time
You mention
To me that
You are leaving
Temporarily
In preparation
For permanently

But I don't  

Because I am
Not a child
And I'm not
supposed to be
Emotional
When it comes
to you

But I am

I miss the days
When I thought
The lines on the
Roads were
Hand painted

But they aren't

And I long for
The days where
Nothing was
Permanent
In my short
Perspective
Of life

But it is now