Leaving home (stateside)

The sounds of the zippers just zip zip zip away
Not one year falls from my face. No sadness, no regrets, what's left is nothing more then broken Hope's and dreams, coffee on the pot is still hot, touka my little touka your full but yet I cant seem to drink from you. The sounds of complaints, the sounds of you'll fail and struggle fill the room. This wasn't my decision it wasn't mine to decide. So zip zip zip more suitcases by the door. Home what is that where is it, I'm a nomad trying to build a new one. From the west to the east with just one suitcase one tie a coffee mug that I cant put down my little touka I know where you are but yet my arms will always be stretched for you. No words sh shush no tears just when your ready the key will be under the Mat my eyes never leave looking at your backside. You'll have a home with a view of the beach. Zip zip zip more cases by the door. No tears are shed, no smiles are given. I say farewell to you mazirian I put down that name. I welcome in a name, one that means more, promises, strength hope and dreams. What's left for you when you see everyone leave. One tear hits the blackness sending the ripples away, another and another. I really am doing this, no regrets but yet I am regretting my little love bug my little touka, I can't do this without you, but I must for the time but my eyes the ones of the fox will always be watching you, for the heart that sails across this land loves you more then you will ever know you think it never did but you were wrong it loves you more each passing time. Zip zip zip zip the last case by the door, nothing more then a white room, some blankets, no regrets we are leaving we dont have a home we go by a new name, we are still filled with her, we just need a new place, from muggy to sunny. To evergreen to palm trees. Coffee bitter filled with tears, no regrets just 3 tears from one eye. Coffee is chilling I am filled with hope I smile weak, depressed yes. This wasn't something I wanted to do alone but when she comes home it wont be to this. Clean, big, beach smiles. I'm not a me I will always be a we. I'm a nomad i have no home, I hear the calling I am answering the phone. No tears just no regrets, I'm on my own alone in a journey waiting to come home, from the west to the east I go by the name of free, no family no stress just we. A mug and a suitcase one tie no regrets just a mess, as I walk off into the sunset from west to east no regrets no regrets. Good by mazirian good by old home, just call me kit which will leave my first mark.  it's our time we no longer live in this world this isn't our land for we are nomads our home is somewhere else, when it comes we will know that we will be home.