Some Other Beginning's End

Well it's official.

We all moved out of our apartment,

and I've turned in the key.

Summer's over.

That apartment treated me well--

it had a big creeper window that also let the light shine in.

And now many of the people that I spent my summer with 

have moved away.

And now come the marriages

the missions

the jobs

the study abroads.

Or for me,

my last year of school.

I don't like letting people go

once I've welcomed them into my green circle.

I hate it.

I can't say that I loved every minute of this summer,

but I love the people I was with.

Every new beginning

comes from some other beginning's end.