That time of our life

That time of our life

It’s time to say goodbye,

The “I’ll miss you too”’s;

Some heartfelt and some,

Some just empty words.

Its time to make those promises:

The promises to stay in touch,

And to meet every so often.

But usually they remain just that:

Empty promises, meaning-devoid.

It’s the time of melancholia,

And the time of nostalgia;

And maybe some regret,

And maybe some joy.

It’s the time for the ways to part,

For weaker ties to break

While the stronger ones endure.

Now we must say goodbye,

While we can still speak;

No matter how much our hearts rebel,

Distance become our nemesis

And before grief steals all speech,

We must bid adieu.

And all we can hope for

Is that our friendship

Is made of sterner stuff.