Moving On -- Moving Out

I'm listening to the music you gave to me again.
It's here that I realize that I haven't found where I
belong yet; and the celling of this room reminds me too much of your empty heart.
Because, it's strange to think that I'll be living,
on my own soon; and it's not the adult hood kind of alone,
but the without you kind of alone.

There's this strange tree that I saw today which,
stood in the middle of an arboretum, and on it,
someone had posted a sign that read,
"The Great Oak."
It reminded me that we all lose our leaves in the fall,
and we begin to hold each other closer because of the cold.