Fugitive

Yes, I can go. I can leave right now. An aeroplane or train ticket for 10 or 15 pounds of flesh and bones, including some clothes and some necessary domestic things, and .... goodbye.

However, I’m not gone, as my memories and feelings are disobedient. They never leave, and I can’t dictate anything to them.

So, when you see me leaving don’t even think I’m gone. It’s not me. It’s just a heft of myself escaping from fighting with me.