Well, she returns

I spent months running but something wouldn't let ceaseless motion distract how I wanted.

I thought it'd fade the way it did for everyone else. Their old bruises turned to same old skin. I thought I'd spent so much time thinking this was going nowhere that I'd finally believed it. That I'd just go somewhere.

Well, one night,

I sling the bag over my shoulder, pull the hair away from my face, and walk in, fully conscious of all five-feet of me and how I'll be glad to never really grow--

Then blasted by music-shouts-stop and go-thuds-perfect silence-round angles crashes laughs.

I join.

An hour later I allow myself that one indulgence: to lie down. Back to floor, arms spread, knees up, feet flat. I stare at the lights.

And for once I know:

I am exactly where I should be.