To those who depart and don't part

I kissed the walls goodbye
And bid farewell to the streets
that I once frequented
So often and so very often

The clouds cleared up that morning
Just so I could stare in the Sun's eyes for one last time
Before I leave

That night even the breeze caressed my face
And the trees hung down their branches
For one last touch.

The morning after my world changed.
With an immigrant visa lying firmly in my breast pocket.

Picture by ~kestane