Understanding the Individual

Abstract,

That seems all she is to me,

Some work of art I may never see.

She is a little spark in my hurricane,

Her fire so easily understood

Because it lies within me too.

She is striding forward, living what see knows.

She is independent

Cause that's the way it goes.

I'll miss her before the farewell

And mourn her when she's gone,

She'll never know my tear drops,

For she will never stay that long.

My memories of small things will sustain me.

They will be everything to me,

Mean so much to me.

Until that day comes,

Walking along,

I glimpse that angels face,

And know her leaving could never have been wrong.

We all must come to terms with our life,

Each day holds all new lessons

Ways toward horrid surprise.

It will be better in time though,

And I wish her well in travel.

She's leaving what she doesn't need behind,

Seeking a path I hope she finds.

I among many others wish her the best,

Each hoping we've given enough experiences

Help her to grow.

Inside she's enriched my life,

And I hope we meet again.

Different circumstances I know they will be,

For the end will bring what it needs to bring.

But, that's the understanding of the individual

And what it means to let them leave.