There are,
so many ways.
In which,
we leave.
Of how,
we go, away.

How we,
move on,
to somewhere else.
When that time,
then comes.
As we can,
no longer stay.

There are,
so many ways.
In which,
we leave.
Of how,
we go away.

As leaving,
is apart of life.
That hits,
the heart, with pain.

As we keep,
adjusting to.
The emotion felt,
each day.

As we leave, ...