Time To Go Poem by Mary Champion

The wide highway beckoned.
There was nothing to tie her to this place,
only the fear of change
which had anchored her too long.
But that last glimpse of him,
so obviously intoxicated with his companion,
so oblivious to her presence
as she willed him to turn and notice her,
had finally ignited her resolve.
Tomorrow she would leave.
The one-way ticket was booked.
Her bags were comprehensively packed
and her heart had broken free!