The Leaving Song: Part II

New beginnings never end, so on goes the Leaving Song, to a new apartment warming party for a friend from the old country. Two weeks in we walked along the walls of ancient palace, lost in a new city, he unsure he could take the twelve months before him.

Time went by and new contracts signed, I’m out the exit six months before him. A sangria toast to that and all happened in the interim. Two more friends for dinner, one Winnipeg, one Toronto.

To the park where many beers were drunk, soju from the bottle. To the favorite furniture museum for one last tall, expensive beer on a summer patio. Back to the first bar found in Hongdae, Exit.

Plug in iPod to speakers and lean into the alley with a crowd of pretty strangers. Say goodnight some time before sunrise, knowing none again will ever see you.