This year I am losing two of my very best friends [who are graduating], as well as numerous good friends. This is very heavy on my heart, and I have no idea what I'm going to do next year without them; I think about this subject very often. I am not a very good poet, and I only write poetry when I'm feeling very strongly about something, but I thought maybe I should give this one a shot.

Farewell

A train
Is coming
But you cannot
See it
Yet.

A train
Is coming.
There
In the distance
You see the
Smoke.

You know
Why
It is coming
So you
Hang on
Tighter.

You know
What
It brings.

It is almost
Here.
The suspense
Slowly 
Kills you.

It is here.

They get on
The train.
You are
Powerless
To
Stop
Them.

You want to
Follow
But your
Time
Will come.

Perhaps you will
Meet again.
Perhaps
Your train
Might
Lead you
To them.

But for now
You can only
Hope
And
Leave the platform.