A goodbye of sorts

Watching you leave is like taking 
a little bit of my soul, 
and planting it into the ground, 
and then walking away. 

You are on your way to do 
great things, 
extraordinary things, 
and yes, 
I know it’s time. 

It’s time for us to part, 
to say goodbye, 
and begin anew 
in different places, 
with different people.

But still. 

As I watch you turn over a new leaf, 
a new page, 
a new chapter, 
I miss that seed of my soul 
that I planted. 

I know it’s okay, 
I know it’s flourishing, 
but oh how I miss it. 

How I miss our conversations, 
our laughs, 
our secrets, 
the way you never failed to make me smile
even when I was crying. 

I miss you but I know
it’s alright -  
you’re growing and
growing
and 
growing. 

And when I return to the spot that I planted 
that little part of my soul, 
I know that it’ll be different - 
you’ll be different -
but that’s okay. 

Because you’ll always be
a little bit of my soul. 

• Madeline