You leave; I don't know when I'll see you next;
I don't turn back to see you walk into the crowd
Good bye is not what I wished to say
But I said just those words out clear and loud.
I don't think I am going to miss you as such.
I realize more than ever, with this growing pain,
I feel like you leave with a part of my soul,
And I know not when I shall see it again.
It's as though my soul were a thousand souls,
One's with you, just a part of the whole.
I first saw it today, truth be told;
In the notes that you play on the strings that you hold.
The pain comes from awareness of that part of my soul,
While knowing that it is safe with you,
In the hope that someday it'll come back to me.
Some day - when I let it through.