Leaving

We walked here
We worked here
Heart , soul , and body
Till we all became
A shadow of our former selves
And our souls
Refused to recognise us again
The voice of our soul
Being coated in the book of lamentations.
The sound the body made
Grumpy, like the horse forced to the brook
Is a cry only us could hear
Sometimes, to depart is better
Easier than leaving

Bose