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.