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The show is done, the audience cheered And then they left the hall The lights were dimmed, the sounds grew faint And there is nothing more The silence sings a melody A simple parting song Of memories that these five years Painstakingly held on The many junctions, many forks The journey full of bends When paths are crossed, new bonds are forged Then strangers but now friends I glanced back at the stage I stood And turned my head to go Back to my homeland, far away The place I was before.

This poem marks a significant period of my life, when I left a country I that I lived for many years, back to Singapore. With a doubt, there was a feeling of restraint; a lonely feeling knowing that I am leaving a culture that I have embraced, friends that I no doubt will never meet again, and memories that will become a part of my past.