Departure’s Weight
As I prepare to leave this cherished door,
My heart weighs heavy, burdened to the core.
I must forsake the ones whose love has shined,
Those gentle souls, so gracious and so kind.
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Anxiety of parting fills my breast,
And in its grip, I ponder how I’m blessed
Without the warmth of family near,
A void unfolds, stark, and severe.
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To busy minds, I turn to quell my fears,
In work’s embrace, and meeting new frontiers.
I savor fleeting moments, scattered wide,
In hopes that joy, however brief, might bide.
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Yet still, wherever paths and travels lead,
A melancholy seed continues to breed.
For home does call, its tether strong and true,
To those I love, and lands I once knew.
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Counting hours, each minute in my sight,
Till I return to hold them through the night.
Embracing tight, never to let go,
And banish this, the angst of parting’s woe.