Some turn without a  single glance,
Without a second thought.
With no regret to ponder on, no
Uncertainty or doubt.

Some leave with half- heart twisted.
Best to stay or best to go?
Tentatively moving onward,
Small tear they hate to show.

But I, I leave with grasp so tight,
Hearts' fingers can not pry.
I leave choking, sobbing, begging,
Don't let this be goodbye!