Today I bid adieu, for I must take my leave from you
A week away, tomorrow I go, leaving my lifeline at home
To have friends that listen to me, even if electronically
Will be hard to leave, you are a big part of me.
But I shall look at it as a test
And not let depression put me under duress
Even though in a place that’s strange
With anxiety I shall try not to fail
Maybe to look at places new
Will stir creatively with me all anew
Maybe new directions I shall find
And then in words will exercise my mind
But alas my friends I shall miss you
When I write daily of the things I do
For friendships are not easy to find
Where I can write and speak of my mind
One day I shall put together
All that I have written letter by letter
Then compile into a book
Maybe someday then I shall be understood