On Leaving

I have sensed moments of leaving Chapters in Life.
I have felt the turns of the pages.
There is a nostalgia and a pain that goes along with that kind of leaving.
Often times it didn’t turn out quite the way you’d planned it.
Often times thus the leaving.
It feels sometimes in looking back that you got off at an unfamiliar station and you watch the train pulling away into the distance of your old life.
You look around to see the new faces of your new life.
The ones who will populate the “present” of your days.
Sign above the station door says Welcome to Your Next Chapter.
You feel your stomach somersaulting and you thrust back into Life.
It’s funny that you thought the people in your little life would remain the same.
It’s funny that you thought at 12 you knew what you wanted from life.
It’s funny that at 25 you are only now realizing what you think you really want.
But you were so certain at any moment where you were going at full steam ahead.
It’s funny the Leaving
could also be Coming;
it’s only a simple matter of facing engine or caboose…
and of which way the wind is blowing.