the nomad

sleeping his escape,
holding onto childhood
memories of his mother.
when his father passed away
without a farewell wave.
running away to find a place
to call home, to rest his head.
fifty years later, home is
where he is happiest;
moment to moment
longing for days when his hours
were spent talking with people
riding his motorcycle,
traveling the world.
he wonders, where to next?
one day he’ll leave without a word
go with his father and
trade in his moments of solitude;
for a world he’s never imagined.

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