Adieu

There's much that I am sad to leave
And many places that I'll miss
Even more people I will grieve
To lack, but even more than this,
More than the ache of being far
From where I've made myself a den
Or those frustrations that all are
Results of traveling again,
There is delight in seeing her
For whom I leave all these, and in
The thought (which I by far prefer)
We'll now be closer than we've been.
In leaving here there may be pain;
To not go there's against the grain.