The day she left for her promotion,
Walking by the bay,
She told me how she’d miss the place,
But that somehow, someday,
She’d find what she was looking for.
I said I knew she would:
I smiled though as she walked away,
For she had left for good.
For good times and good memories,
For good faith in a man,
For goodly moments spent alone,
For powers good in span.
I hear from her from time to time,
And it is understood:
She didn’t leave forever, but
She’d gone away