I took out my big blue suitcase
Inside was the emptiness I had lost
I did not want to regain it
So I started to put in my fall clothes for when I go back to school
My mother walked in
Her eyes widen
Her heart dropped as she realized I only had a week left
And the emptiness I had lost was now found in my mother’s arms
And her thoughts of being alone again
Naked. 
That’s really good! It means something to me because I too am a student. I always admire people who can put together good poetry. Mostly it’s because I don’t have the foggiest idea how to do short-form writing. It just doesn’t come naturally for me to squeeze events and emotions and ideas into less than a hundred well-constructed words.
LikeLike
Yes it is always so hard to leave ! But it has to be done. We are all different types of writers, but definitely all great ones as long as we are speaking our truths. Thank you so much for enjoying this post!
LikeLike