When I’m leaving
I’ll think about
The people I didn’t touch
By not talking too much
Or just by not being a crutch
When needed
The people who I wanted
So badly
For our hearts to be near
But the love was never seeded
When I set sailed on my journey
I left those people at the pier
And I never took a second look
back to see
The people swimming after me

But right now
I’m thinking of
The ones I took and will
take along the way
I hope they have my love
And when I’m gone
I hope it remains there still
And the people who have different
I hope it’s there to this day
And that they pass it, carry it on
to whatever locations
they may be
We’ll meet again; you’ll see

Post written by Thomas Tran

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