An Elegy1 min 13.5K 1 min 13.5K
As I packed my bags and walked down the road,
I glanced back one last time,
To see all the people I love, to draw a mental picture
of what I was leaving behind.
For it was this city that made me who I was,
Someplace I belonged and someplace I called home.
As I said my goodbyes and bid adieu,
And let some hugs linger just a little longer,
I wiped a tear running down my face,
For it was only my presence in the city
That was passing away.
As I began to build my life from scratch,
To fill that empty canvas of life with pain,
I mourned the loss of the old me,
The city that made me, bred me and grew onto me.
As I began to enjoy my new life,
Only to see myself look back every few months,
To dwell at all that I had left behind.
I went back to the city every once in a while,
To rekindle our love and make up for the lost time.
As I embarked on this trips,
One such trip I realized, the city will always be a part of me.
Might very well be a part of my past,
But the future holds much more exciting things.
As I look out the window that last trip of mine,
I saw the city in a different light.
And something about it seemed just right.