Places

Can't leave a place while it's bad.
Means there's too much hidden you need to uncover first.
Can't walk away after an argument.
Too angry still. Been building up too much resentment or guilt or whatever other bullshit you aren't brave enough to admit.
Gotta stick it out. Gotta stay during the awkward silences. Not the golden ones. Not the strolls of the fragrant imagination, but the worries. The ever churning mill of loathing and egotism.
Must wait it out.
Gotta let the sands even after a rough night of choppy seas.
It will even out.
You don't always have to run crooked.

What about the places that never got mean?
That never showed you fear or fatigue.
What about the company that always flowed smoothly.
Calmly, slowly.
It's hard to leave.
It's comfortable here.
I'm comfortable here.

He's tying his tie.
All ready.
Last candles burning behind us.
We'll walk upon the cobbles looking down at our feet.
Wouldn't want to roll an ankle.
Wouldn't want to get hurt.