Chasing pavements

I have the craving for foreign cities,
wandering lost,
lonely,
drinking coffee,
in cold and cosy cafes,
never needing to be anywhere,
never talking to anyone,
never allowing anyone in.

I'm throwing away more things.
Things I thought meant something,
bought or given when people meant something.
But they don't.

I'm chasing pavements,
and I want to get away from here.
Again.