Leaving...

For The Sunday Muse Prompt #176:

** When in the stillness of the night, sleep slips away, slowly - my eyes heavy with the weariness of deferred respite - I remember the road from there to here, how it turns upon itself, snaking this way and then that and then disappears.

I remember that leaving is for the living - those who have learned to gift the blessing of forgiving and forgetting to the past.