always leaving

Always leaving. Leaving has become my staying while hellos, introductions, hugs, and handshakes have all the unspoken spirit of a quiet goodbye. If there was ever a place for me to stay would I know it? Or would I simply strap up my boots and get to walking? Perhaps I find excuses to leave always looking for something to cover the tracks of my restlessness. If I found what it is my heart so desperately seeks would I know it or simply pass it up like so many other beautiful moments I only tasted ever so tentatively? Am I ever to know? Will I ever find peace?