I shan’t tell you that I’ll miss you, my friend,
Nor that I fear we shall not meet again;
For on circular roads, there lie no ends,
Nor are there eternal ailments to men.

Perhaps it may be said that I’d mourn you,
But my tears will water and fuel my growth;
I shall grow stronger, not by fear imbued,
Even so, to me our parting is loath;

When the leaves turn brittle we will unite,
When the geese give hollow calls in farewell,
When no longer to bright day recedes night,
We will meet and smile, as if all is well.

So may this poem be my final message,
Until time between us suspends a bridge.