It's Not Really Goodbye....

A long, tiring journey is at rest, it went pretty well,

Thanks to my teachers, I climbed the mountains from which I fell.

But there's a big sorrow within me that still lies,

The journey lasted too much a short time.

My teachers who once helped me with my fall,

Their palms, which I saw as hope, are long gone.

Those roaring rivers they supported me to go across,

Now I can't see them, that support felt like a terrible loss.

But sometimes I think, do I really have to mourn?

Because now & then I feel I'm not so alone.

I said, "I shouldn't worry, they'll come by",

And realized that it's not really goodbye...