But My Leave Will Be

For the nights I sang and danced here.

For the love I gave.

For the love I received.

Is it too odd

to be heartbroken by a city?

Named after a person even.

But what is hurting me

is not quite the person.

Life is strange.

The day I packed my bags

to start a new journey

was not seeming very romantic.

But my leave will be.