As soon as Autumn, with a chilly breeze,

Begins to loosen the leaves from the trees

And send them sprawling to the street,

We watch another take their seat

In a car, or a truck with all their things

And shouts of "Good-bye!" have a certain ring

Of college, and a new life ahead,

That fill even the most courageous with dread.

 

To sail like Columbus, uncertain and alone

To some place new to learn to call 'home.’

And too soon will you leave me here

Behind for another year

To suffer and endure it all,

To wait for you to write, to wait for you to call

Me and tell me how you are

And realize that the distance is far

That separates you and me.

 

Aug - Nov 1986