I believe when we leave a place, part of it goes with us and part of us remains
Go anywhere when it is quiet, and just listen
After a while, you will hear the echoes of all our conversations, every thought and word we’ve exchanged
Long after we have gone our voices will linger in these walls, for as long as this place remains
But I will admit that the part of me that is going, very much will miss the part of you that is staying