So, this poem is kinda special to me. We had a Poetry Slam at school, and I had a lovely poem in it's final draft state... It was about identity and some other stuff, but I didn't particularly think it was what I wanted to read in front of a class of about 60 kids. Then, I was suddenly hit by inspiration and, sitting on the floor, I ripped out a piece of graph paper from my notebook, scribbled this down in ten minutes, and read it instead.

As he walks away,

the sparkle leaves my eyes.

This is the end of an era.

He's come by my life,

stayed awhile,

and left.

He's taken a piece of me with him-

like a tourist takes a pretty shell,

like a little girl plucks a flower from the ground.

As he walks away, a part of me goes with him.