They cry every time they think of friends
And lost good times made in their social concrete.
I lamented while I feather flew
From fence to fence like a finch,
But second thoughts show I never cried when I left.
I cared, but I never cried.

I am comfortable here,
Keep what you can and go.
I’ll be fine anywhere,
And my next memory
Is the one I’ll wait for,
The one that waits
Is the one worth waiting for.

Why linger on things that are gone?
You can’t have it all anymore,
As much as that might hurt.