What I'm leaving behind

By Alex Horras

 

I leave in two years,

I'm leaving my best friend

I'm leaving the fun times we had together

Leaving the long days of high school

Leaving my parents' rules

Leaving the sweet smell of Earls in the summer

I'm leaving the smell of snowmobile exhaust in the winter

I'm ok with leaving because I know I can always come back

I leave in two years.