Farewell - But come when you may

Farewell - But come when you may!

When the sanity of your job frustrates, 

When your cabin, colleagues and coffee machine 

appear to you as slaves,

when it gets too cold and accents are too easy to understand,

Come when you feel, cross over the sea, 

it is the land of the free. 

But when you are there,

Have a drink for me, but not wine :P

then send a couple of texts, 

and feel Time zone kill the vibe.

and gradually, we will feel 

the intensity of attachments deteriorate, 

It's okay, I shan't be all eyes, anyway. 

I shan't wait. 

But I'll meet you when you decide to return again.