"I'm moving," she told me, a grin on her face. "It's not you; I just need a change of pace." I should've told her good luck, that I hoped she'd have fun But, "Don't go," were the only words that would come. She looked at me then, me looking right back And for just an instant her jaw went slack But then, with a smile as bright as the day, She told me, "Well, if you're sure, I guess I can stay."