It's close to graduation... I'm leaving a lot behind =/

Each farewell stings slightly more;
We know the final is quickly looming.
Time is a beast, of which I abhor,
Still more, as our term it is consuming.
The promise of independence,
The exhilaration of progress,
They surrender their ascendance
To the fear I cannot suppress.
As we silently discuss my divergence,
Let us ignore the inevitable grief.
And when you experience my resurgence,
We can share, once again, in immense relief.
And if I should return and find myself replaced,
I will be reduced to nothing, my affections debased.