today will be such
a strange day.
i'm leaving in just
a few short hours -
wow, how did
five weeks
fly by so fast?
i can't believe it's already over -
and we'll be far, far apart again
soon.
you said to remember
the old days;
that i will,
and i'll try to hold on to those
memories for
as long as possible.
i just can't believe
i've actually forgotten some bits and pieces.
i always swore i never would.
but
i guess memories,
like all things,
must be picked up once in a while -
flipped through like an old photo album -
or they'll rust and disappear.
by the time i return
to my rainy city,
it'll only be a few short hours
before i'm with somebody else.
before i'm happy again,
and laughing and all smiles,
with these other people
that i love.
and hearing about
their adventures,
and sharing about
my own.
i wonder if i can do that without tears,
just yet.
and the next day, perhaps,
i'll be with the people
who
seem to understand me the
best.
it's been five weeks without them -
though i've been with you -
and i miss them.
how many roles shall
i switch between
during these two days?
the departing friend,
the returning child,
the story-teller,
the happy one?
when can i find solace
again?
to think quietly
and mourn for whtat's been lost,
all the while
wishing i knew how to
dance:
so that i could dance
a million steps
for each and every smile
you ever brought to
my face.
