Getting up early isn’t the hard thing,
Walking out that door is.
Mother’s kisses on cheek,
That hard goodbye,
I still see tears in their eyes,
Even though they should be getting used to it by now.
Waving bye to Father,
He stays till the bus leaves,
That awkward silence,
And the awkward goodbye.
It’s probably the hundredth time,
But every single time,
I’m left with nothing but bittersweet feelings.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling. Have a great weekend people!