Even the ones you thought would stay,  

have decided to move away.  

I shouldn’t be sad, I know that’s true.  

It’s what grown up kids are s’pose to do.  

But I cannot help but feel quite down.  

Nothing left for me in this small town. 

At my age it’s strange to be without,  

Some chaos and joyful noise about. 

I sit in silence, it’s deafening.  

This is getting old- I’m reckoning.  

Is this what my mom and dad feel?

When I don’t call or have a meal?  

How backwards time works in helping us- 

understand empathy and purpose.   

Time marches on, and so must I. 

Get up, move- find new things to try.  

And so I will, this I promise to.  

But today I think I’ll just feel blue.