Here you go

He's leaving. 

Why must everyone go?

Simple truths.

New is often better than old

We want what we have yet to grasp

What's in the hand now is worth so much less.

How can we circumvent the oldest truth?

He's left.

Here's to you.

A crushed heart

Ripped to shreds

What was inside no longer remains.

Open wounds never close

When this is psychogenic

Pain will always be

inside of me.

Fathers leave

now here you go. 

When will you come back?

Will you be the same?