An Elegy

(i)

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.

(ii)

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.

(iii)

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.