For a brief moment,
I will return for my final
curtain call.
Unfortunately, soon after,
the bus will come to whisk me away,
back to whence I came.
Forgive me, for this is
not by my choice.
I shall not see you for what
will seem like ages.
In the meantime,
I plan to scatter myself into the wind,
hoping that someone will catch me,
praying that someone will want to
tie me down
to these old roots.