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.