My Old Life

by Moriah, age 15, from US

I've left it behind,
it is no longer mine.
But I still feel it, and I still know it,
even though my eyes don't show it.
It still smell it sometimes,
I can sense it when the sun shines.
I remember everything,
and all the happiness and sorrow it used to bring.
I remember driving away,
wanting so badly to stay.
Its no longer here,
its nowhere near.
My security is gone,
but still, I'm forced to move on.
I must live without seeing them,
my choices are growing slim.
I can carry it with me no longer,
I'm too weak, I must grow stronger!
But it's no use, I can't bring it here,
this was always my greatest fear.
But there is something I could never leave behind,
Brian, you'll always be in my heart, and in my mind.
For we will meet again, without strife,
I'm so sorry you have to be a part of my old life.