The End.

Here we are,
Once again.
Same place, same situation.
The outcome may be different,
Yet weirdly the same.
We came,
We met,
We had fun.
Yet somehow we knew all along.
That this day would come to pass,
All our ghosts will come to rest.
The laughter we shared,
The times we cried,
The times we refused to say goodbye.
Wonder if now we can,
Wonder if now we will.
So now the curtain calls,
We all shall run along.
Each to our own destiny,
Each to our own bright future.
Let’s hope,
That this world we shared
Of two short years,
Has enough memories
To bring you back
One day.
Now don’t look back,
Chin up,
Look forward,
Here’s to our collective plains of gold.
May the seeds sown here
Prosper and grow.

The End.
For now.

To all the friends I made in RJC, this was for you. May our collective futures be bright.