Nothing to Return

Should I ask you why
I have left my body,
small and fading,
to follow the path
beyond the yearning
for an audience
with something greater
than myself?

The laws evoke
time and space and the ways
in which we must draw lines
around the boundaries
of our skin and bones,
but I have forgotten myself
and ripped the fabric
of all that I am
becoming.

I cast open
the hush of my own tomb
and wait to be delivered
the last blows
that will release me.

I have had enough for now.
I have accounted for all of the ways
in which I have been safe
and lost my way.

This time I will walk
with purpose
and sleep peacefully
with nothing collected
and nothing to return.