To whom it may concern:

I must leave this town today.

With nothing more but my excuse;

My wish; my need to get away.

My bags are packed to overflow,

The hardwood floors are bare

Leaving will be painful, yes,

But life's not always fair.

The memories are all that's left,

I've stored them in my mind.

I can recall them as I please,

The warmth is never hard to find.

Now don't you worry about me,

I'll be just fine on my own.

The way I was born is the way I'll die.

Me, myself, and I;


Though you'll be missed,

I must leave now—I've much more to learn.

But I've left this letter, signed and sealed

To whom it may concern.