Departure

'Parting is sweet sorrow'

Claims the bard of days gone by.

Yet, he never bothered to

Explain the reason why.

Anticipation gives us hope

That we may start anew, but

It doesn't make departure any

Easier to chew.

That dark gray moment,

Sad goodbye,

No sweetness there abides;

Only frantic breathless hope,

The place where chance resides.

Faith that, come tomorrow,

We'll return from whence we started,

And if it be our fate

We never will again be parted.