Thinking of those who must go...

Must they really go,
And will they really stay?

And leave me here to waste away?
I'm sure I'll be fine.
Their seats will be filled and others will come,
But that hole in my heart seems here for the run.

I used to be new,
Now they are all newer than me.
Does that make me old,
When that's not what I see?

These pages turn fast and I cannot keep up.
But I'll be ok because I'm happy to live,
And enjoy what comes from each perspective.

The people will change,
But I'm still me.
But left a little bit different from their mark on my tree.

Like they say when one door closes another will open.
But moving forward means leaving behind.
I miss that imprint from my foot in the sand,
While I quickly anticipate what the next step will find.

Soon I will go,
And I hope to leave my mark,
Like they did for me
Before they had to embark.

We are all on a journey
Coming from somewhere,
Or going from whence we came.
Learn a little, leave a little,
And you'll never be the same.

We are lucky to meet,
To cross paths and share moments.
But then you must go, while I must stay.
But next time I'll be the one on my way.