Again
This time I outright cried,
on your shoulder,
while we kissed good-bye,
while you told me that you’d see me again soon.
Usually, I can be expected to shed a tear
(or two)
because you are going away.
But today was different.
Today I didn’t just cry because you were leaving
(again)
But because this time I realized that you’ll always be leaving.
And each time you take a piece of me with you.
