I pack my bags,
Scurry down the stairs...

Autumn brings the Leave,
A dreaded separation...

He's better than me.
I was never any good...

I gave it to him,
the passion I never had...

"True love never dies,"
says his great words of wisdom...

Truly who are we?
And what have we to become...

It's a sudden rush;
one that pains me from within...

What will become of us?
Will our later lives unite...

You're still in high school,
while I'm off in college-land...

I'm dedicated
for the first time in my life...

Such a committment;
I have yet to find myself...

The silence lingers;
begging to hear your whispers...