Where Our Paths May Cross Again

I know it’s hard—I do.

Though my time here is up,

I will always and truly miss you,

and the friendship we had.

And I know you will be sad—

though so will I—but it’s for

the best, so please don’t cry.

I’m not good at these kinds

of things, but it’s from the heart.

I think that is the best kind

of art.

And I know you told me

not to leave, but I have to.

It is something I must do.

And so, I write this to you.

Hopefully, you’ll understand—

and perhaps, one day,

our paths may cross again.