Leaving

My lucky shirt tucked in my bag

And a crumpled set of notes

Mary gifted me a pack of cards

And a book on motivational quotes

My teachers say that they'll miss me

And the jokes that I made in class

Brittle memories threatening to fall

And break into pieces like glass

My lover knows I'm going

He says that he'll follow me out

I'll never forget our times together

I'll really miss him a lot

I'm drowning in my packed bags

A sinking feel comes creeping in

The first time I'm leaving on my own

Leaving without my friends or kin

My lucky shirt in my bag

Miserable is what it is

But then my lover comes around,

And delights me with a kiss

Small town girl leaving home

A minute ago, alone

But now her lover's at her side

And they're walking out the door

Author's Note

Reviews please?

Reviews

["Fanatical Dreamer"]

Nicely written, sad and romantic

[critic h]

though i have never experienced leaving but your poem created a panorama of me leaving doing all this. Gravely worked upon. Leaving beloved pains more than death. it is clearly depicted. Good work.

[Aehr]

thank you!

[Aehr]

thank you!