hay......

In the chill of the damp night,



I ran silently and swiftly



to reach my destination,



Thinking as I went,



of the despair and regret



we must face



At tomorrow's departure.



It is strange



that after so short a time



We must return to ourselves



To our own minds,



and decisions.



Why must we face this?



Why must we be forced down again



into the space



from which we've just emerged?



As I reach your door,



I hesitate.



Will this be the last time?



The last happiness we will know?



Perhaps years will pass,



and yet, we are forced to accept it,



for we are not yet old enough



for minds of our own.



Finally in your arms,



I realize,



This isn't the end!



It is only the beginning



The youth of our love,



and happiness.



only our first departure.