Saying Good-Bye

Before my heart had time to settle, time has passed. Old friends and new friends alike are gone by. Every breeze, every cloud, every little leaf on every tree says goodbye goodbye. I see a smile on your face that says "I'll miss you", I give a little hug to you that says "I'll miss you too."

These streets that I walked every day will no longer be home, these people I saw and loved will no longer belong to me. I say goodbye to these buildings, the never-ceasing construction, the cheery, the sad, the tired homeless people of Telegraph Avenue. I say goodbye to the campus, the always-reading students of Memorial Glade, the over-night Main Stacks crammers.

I will miss you Berkeley, I will miss you friends. I leave a part of me here in this city where I grew and changed, loved and lost, found in myself a potential greater than I dreamed of, and learned that I am loved more than I could ever wish or even imagine.

Precious times precious people, some forgotten some remembered. Dreams fulfilled dreams forgotten. Sitting here at night, thinking back to the things I felt, I know that ten years from now, precious still it will be.

Good bye.