Departure

When you leave a place, you leave all friends behind,
you get uprooted and are left completely at a loss
and find yourself abandoned but for tears,
the one thing you must carry with you
into exile from where you have left your heart.
But still, your friends remain with you like shadows
following around you everywhere, impossible to leave behind,
shake off, forget or even to stop thinking of,
as you, like they, will always keep returning
to what you have shared together;
and like they you always can keep hoping,
looking forward to and wishing for the possible redemption
of one day somewhere in the eternity of future
maybe being able to unite again.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-28 at 13:10

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As someone who has moved around quite a bit, I can say that it is of vital importance to keep in touch with old friends. Once you've burned a bridge, it's hard to rebuild it. Great poem.
2014-11-28