By Evelyn Lupton
As their breath warms my face,
As their tears stain my cheeks,
As I sob, quietly.
We march down the path,
For the very last time.
Never thought that I’d be here,
Today.
I’m happy to go,
But not ready to leave.
Going forward is good,
But the past gets lonely.
Excited for my future,
Scared of forgetting the past.
They say that it is normal,
But no one ever talks about it.
All my friends have left,
Wonder if they forgot me.
Wish I could let them know,
That they’ll always be here.
In my heart, they’ll stay.
In my prayers, I’ll pray
For them to be the happiest,
For them to never be bad at goodbyes.
Like me.
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