no forwarding address

i'll go somewhere,
at some point, call it a day.
hang it up.
sell
the house
and all that's in it.
cash in the chips
I've saved and
disappear, i'll
ride off into the sunset.
go west,
go north.
go anywhere but here
where the roads are worn
with my wheels.
i'm almost there, tired
of so much.
so many mistakes I've made.
i'll go somewhere, most likely
alone.
not a bag, not a memory,
not a whisper or
word said,
no forwarding address,
no notice, just adios amigos,
i'm gone.