We said our farewells as we always do when the weekend comes to an end, but this time I cried.

I don’t know what was different about today, but emotion took over and tears came to my eyes.

You got out of the car, walked away with your special strut and got on the bus, but this time I cried.

This has been our ritual for quite awhile and should be rote, but I just didn’t want to see you go.

We laughed and talked on the way as we do and nothing was out of the ordinary, but this time I cried.

One day you will be here every day and we will smile about your long bus rides and our dreaded goodbyes.

And there will not be a need to write poems called “This time I cried”.

simply

~Dee

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