packing your life away

and you know its hard to let go and start over,
when your luggage is spilling out its sides
and you cannot decide what to chuck, keep and pack.
what do you really take with you,
when all you want, is to start over?

goodbye

the reality is now, you are leaving.
and i look back on the times i really knew you.
and i just wished neither of us left so each night would last longer into the day after.
because in some small little little ways, in reasons i am unable to comprehend,my heart tingled each time you were near.
and i've missed that, not as much as i've missed you
and am going to.

do you ever think of me?
would things have ever been different?
all said, done and not,
i wish you well.