This town
Will always be at the center of my heart
At the core of my memories and nostalgia
But the time has come
For me to say goodbye to this town
It's surreal
After years and years
Of wanting to leave
Wishing
Begging
To leave
And never look back
And for the day to come to say goodbye
It doesn't seem real
Doesn't seem permanent
I know I'll be back
Whether weeks or months or decades from now
I'll be back
But that doesn't matter right now
Right now I say goodbye
To the town
But not to the people
It's time for me to leave
Without a trace
Will they miss me
Will they mourn this loss
Or will they celebrate
The departure of the girl who never fit in
The girl who broke the norm and made them fuss
Will they breathe a sigh of relief
Once I've said my goodbyes
And left this town behind?
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
