Leave-Takings

Saying goodbye to a place

To the light coming in

Through small, rectangle windows

With small dirt stains ahead

To the small chair that sits

With a confident air

And the streets that I've walked

Over and over again

Times I can't count,

Like grains of the sand

Or, at least, a handful or two.

And even harder, saying goodbye to the people

To their eyes and their smiles

And their constant alive, being beside

Us, all along the way while

We learned to stumble and grow

And even though it's for a moment, a few months of our lives

This saying goodbye couldn't be harder -

For them or for us?

We hardly know, but it's come.

So we say

Goodbye to this place, to these walls, to this home

And goodbye to the people, whom we know, and we love.