End of My Exchange

I've come to this point,

between home and abroad,

where love is more potent,

and yes is but a simple nod. 

 

Laughing for nothing,

is our favourite pasttime,

while eating sweeet treats,

try ing to hold onto the time.

 

I wish for nothing but sanity,

the type deep inside,

it was so easy to say hello,

Now it just hurts to say goodbye.

 

If I could say but one thing,

It's that, "I will be back."

This poem is about: 
Me

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