The day has come, when all closure must be made.

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a poem, so don’t bother judging it that way. It’s a mere reflection of my thoughts, and purely a preference to portray it this way.


I ended my journey there today.
“It only means a new beginning”, so they say.
I suppose I underestimated how much the store means to me;
How much the people mean to me.

The tears that flow are not for show.
I weep for the experiences I will never have;
I weep for the people I will never work with;
I weep for the pain that will not go away.

I spent my youth there, so to speak.
The four years I call my ‘transition period’.
I grew up there.
I have learnt patience;
I have learnt to love;
I have been humbled.

I started my day with an ache in my heart;
I ended my day with the tear in my heart.
One that could be mended,
But never forgotten.
The scar will stay.
I want it to stay.

I want to remember everything about that place.
Every bout of laughter;
Every curse of anger;
Every tear of frustration;
All of which I never want to forget.

It is my second home,
They are my second family,
And it will stay that way;
Don’t you even doubt it.