Fifty days remain

I'll greet a new moon each night. He'll tell me certain somethings about worldly happenstance as he always has but instead of lingering on foreign details he'll take my recent departure into consideration. While staring out my window, perched on my desk, I'll listen to him whisper about my birthplace and my friends. I will quietly smile and brush aside nostalgic tears.

Life will be good where I'm going, but fuck... I'm going to miss you.