What tears away in leaving,
  when one has grown into:
         - a person?
         - a place?

Can one grow into someone
      (or somewhere) such that 
      one is fused in a way that
      won't allow separation 
      without leaving a sacrifice?

Maybe one can't help but be
       webbed into some wider world,
       and can't help but leave
       pieces of oneself littering the Earth.