Goodbye. I go.

Goodbye Australia, I go.
I’ve loved my time here
more than you’ll ever know.

Goodbye New South Wales, I go.
For you, I shed no tear:
it’s the people to whom my tales
I will always owe.

Goodbye Sydney, I go.
I leave the greener grass
for the dead, dry dirt
and nothing can surpass the hurt–
of the woe I now know.

Goodbye North Ryde, I go.
Close to nowhere, but
never did I care
for it was the people.
They were my when.
would that it were again.
I feel as if everyone is leaving me,
but they and my soul remain.
It is I that go.

Goodbye Macquarie, I go.
New people come
but only those that pay
in money will stay
for long.
Yet those who pay in hugs–
and kisses and handshakes and love–
will stay forever even when they go.

Goodbye my friends, I go.
I love you though my heart tears
in cookie cutter cutouts
of pain I cannot spare
and that I have no doubt
will follow me everywhere.
Who I will be alone and without
I do not know.
He does not exist.
I have let him go.

Goodbye, for now, I go…
Goodbye, for now..
Goodbye, for now I go.

Goodbye Australia, I go. I’ve loved my time here more than you’ll ever know. Goodbye New South Wales, I go. For you, I shed no tear: it’s the people to whom my tales I will always owe. Goodbye Sydney, I go. I leave the greener grass for the dead, dry dirt and nothing can surpass…