A Bittersweet Goodbye

Goodbye.

I've been away for a month,

but I'm going home now.

Back

to the city and away from the sky.

But the sky is home too.

The sky and the mountains and the fresh air.

That's the home I've always known,

the home I grew up with and,

the home to which I'll return.

So am I really going home?

.

I love the city as well,

with its old buildings and cobbled streets.

Towers with bells,

visible history from hundreds of years.

My friends are there too.

Old and new.

And when I'm up the mountains I miss them.

But when I'm with them,

I miss the air.

If I'm always missing the other,

am I really ever home?

.

Maybe that's just how it is,

maybe that's how it should be,

connections in multiple places,

everywhere - friendly faces.

Everywhere feeling lonely too.

Maybe you can't have one without the other.

Maybe, just maybe,

they work together, like the sea and the sky.

I'm going home now,

but I'm leaving it too.

Time to say a bittersweet goodbye.