Last Day in Salem

If my body could reflect my heart,
I would be crying from a thousand places.

If I wore my heart on my sleeve,
Perhaps people would see that I care.

If this were a perfect world,
Everyone on this base would move to Boston.

If I knew a better way to do justice to how much people here mean to me,
I would not be writing this stupid poem.

If we were not so self-absorbed nor possess the gift of forgetfulness,
Saying goodbyes would mean heartbreak until the next hello.

If I had never met the people here,
I would be nowhere near where I am today.

If my heart could say words,
It would say "thank you".

"I love you".