Farewell, old room
I will be leaving you soon,
I am going away
And only memories shall remain...
My spirit here
Has nearly disappeared,
I no longer belong
When most of me has gone
To her..
You understand
I have given her my hand
And my heart which must follow
Shall part us tomorrow...
You will not be alone
Poor walls, though I will fade,
From sight, be not dismayed,
For I am going home...
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Surely those 'poor walls' on the one hand may have felt the absence but on the other hand they may treasure sweet memories. We've also enjoyed the rhyme.