To the ones I leave behind

Sometimes I sit alone in my room wondering what I’ll say to you,

Wondering what it will be like when all I can do is pray for you,

Or thinking to myself, maybe I should stay for you.

It’s hard to leave when you don’t know where you are going,

And all you can think about are the ones you’re leaving behind.

I wish I could take a living picture and freeze this moment in time,

So that I could go back to it whenever I wanted and pick up where we left off,

But pictures are dead, and they only remind us of what we leave behind.

As for me, I will fade away like the flower that shrivels with the coming of day,

I will become what the generations before me became , a picture, frozen in time,

Reminding me of the ones I left behind.