The Art Of The Free Exit

“I’ll see you later.”

“I’m just a smidge too busy today.”

“I hope you have fun!

Next time, I promise.”

And none are 

concerning

None there 

to dwell on

I can just say them,

no further excuse needed.

To be alone is,

simply,

nothing to worry about.

Novel when someone has been

surrounded

on all sides 

all their life.

What did I once do to breathe? 

Did I breathe at all?

It’s a strange freedom. 

I’ve pushed it into a place 

I didn’t know it belonged.

I’ve shut my bedroom door

for the first time in my life

and had someone knock before entering.

“I’m not your mom,

you don’t need to tell me 

when you’ll be home.”

What a thought