Letting Go

(This is an old poem I just found. I wrote it June 4th 2012 about leaving Harwood.)

Letting Go

You never expect it. 

You don’t see it coming.

You assume it is so far off in the distance.

Nothing to worry about.

Because it won’t happen. 

It won’t happen for a while. 

But suddenly it’s May.

And the next month is June.

And your heart skips a beat just thinking about it.

That day when you’ll roam the halls, actually missing a place.

All this time not really caring. 

Suddenly you do.

You don’t want to leave the safe building.

The teachers.

Maybe even the students.

But you are.

Because you have to.

Because life moves on.

And you just have to move with it.

Sometimes you feel like you’re on a tightrope.

You don’t want to fall off but the only way not to is to keep going.

Just following everyone. 

Doing what is expected.

What you want to do.

Because it is supposed to happen.

Thirteen more days.

Twelve more days.