He had always known all he wanted was to leave her.
Life was so impossible. More than anything,
he wanted to miss all the sad sunshine
just around the next corner, the kisses,
all the inevitable and victorious rejections
and miscellaneous vindication and make-ups.
And, as everyone who knew them understood,
that night particularly he wanted to abandon
any love they felt for each other
and now could not live without.
He didn’t know how he’d come to be with someone,
and she didn’t know in order to find out,
how far away from themselves they might need to go.