I tire of winter’s frigid, icy grip on life and long for signs of spring;
the anthesis of determined Crocus, bird song, and a warm gentile breeze;
it is of these I wish to sing.
I know that you too are weary of the cold and dark of this sun deprived season;
perhaps that’s what motivated you to migrate to sunnier climes where I cannot follow;
This, I feel is cruel beyond all reason.
I understand that you must do what is best for your spirit and soul;
so you must go and I must stay, bereft of your smiling face and gentile laughter.
Alone I remain in the dim, bitter winter, survival now my only goal.
I truly wish for you all the best and I know that you will succeed in your endeavor;
But please do not forget me for that I could not bear,
you will be taking a piece of my heart that I bequeath to you forever.
You are my friend and you will be impossible to replace;
that is the price of making friends and I will pay that cost,
especially if it means you will be happier when you reach you chosen place.