Why is it better to leave than to be left behind?

There have been too many planes

flying off and never landing again.

I used to be the one always in the sky

but now I’m here on earth 

and I’ve known my loneliness since birth.

 

There have been too few cars

staying parked in my driveway.

I used to be the one roaming the wilderness

but now I’m here in this city,

questioning what home is.

 

There have been too many friends leave;

gone without looking back.

I used to be the one who left

but now I’m here

looking at their footprints in the dust

and wondering why it’s so daunting

to stay instead of wander off

— L.L.