Get up and go

"Get up and go"

Father always quotes me, but stays in the same place

all the time.

If he would hear me, he would state:
"If I could, Yulchik, I would have lived half a year in Jaffa, and then another half in Rome, and in Paris another half of another year, in this life, or the upcoming."

Something in me also wants to be torn (between cities and people),
to arrive (and to disappear),
to be remembered by the old man in the small cafe serving fortune cookies next to the tea,
or by this guy, I met at (half past) midnight,
whose eyes I avoided,
and from whom I walked away in awe (mixed with terror)

before

he had the time to notice the beauty mark on my chin
and would be the first
to
go.