Glad to graduate and
sad to leave.
Ready to go, reluctant to depart.
Anxious to learn what more we can achieve.
Divided down the center of the heart.
Underneath our premature nostalgia,
Avidly we dream of things to come.
The moment is a multilayered mixture
In which each part is greater than the sum.
Our longing is the source of memory.
Nor will we soon forget when we were
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Away. By Geographer. Music free to use at YouTube.