This Time It's Real

This isn't a "see you in three months"

Because I'm not coming back

This isn't a "goodbye for now"

At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,

This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"

Graduations are supposed to be bittersweet,

And it is

But mostly bitter

Because this time it's real,

It's an "we'll have to hang out outside of school now"

And it's not a funeral,

But a part of me is dying

And I shouldn't cry,

Because I'm happy too,

But the closer is gets the more the happy turns to sad

And I know there will never be a good time to say goodbye,

And at some point this door must shut,

But sometimes the truth is hard to face,

So I smile and say I'm excited,

And I was,

Until I realized this time it's real.