Departure

A poem on the departure of a friend and colleague. By my husband, his single English poem.

Departure

Always busy with faces and colours
life is like a clown.
People meet and get departed,
and leave their skins
in the valley of memories down.
Like a golden leaf,
you are falling in the melody of autumn.
How can I tell you the fathom of my emotions
Which is something else than your chewing gum.