You’re meant to lose ties you thought were roots.
Hands slip. Names go quiet.
Doors close without asking if you’re ready.
You’re meant to walk away
from the map you trusted,
to follow a road that never learned your name.
What leaves you
was never meant to stay—
it was only teaching you how to stand
without leaning.
You end up where you never intended to go:
in a place without witnesses,
without explanations,
without the version of you that tried to belong.
And there—
when nothing is familiar enough to hold you—
you finally meet the self
that was waiting
for everything else to fall away.