Moved from place to place
Meeting friends, leaving- straight face
I sigh now at lost relations.
Building and breaking foundations.
Lost in locations,
Frustrations.
Scrounging up translations.
Of feelings and summations.
I am stronger, though
I feel a part of many worlds.
I am glad to have met so many souls.
A thought that consoles lonely strolls.
I wont forget the stories wrapped in white gold.
Memories are something beautiful to hold.
As are scandalous tales untold.