and me about the grizzley bears

The other day on the soft sage material of our posh couch
when you were telling me all about the Salmon river in Idaho,
I was thinking about real wilderness.

"We could go there," you said with a bright twinkle in your eye,
as if you'd always wanted to visit the middle of nowhere.

I know you better than that though, you just want to believe
you could get back home after being no where at all

That's not what I'm about,
when I leave

I'm never coming back.