The loss of leaving

Life’s too short she’d say, to be separated.  
When I left, did you cry in my room. 
Hold my clothes to your face. 
Expect me in from school 
Did you pray I wasn’t homesick.
Oh how I cried looking at the hay fields through unfamiliar windows. 
Envying the passing clouds as they made the journey I could not make. 
Alone in a toilet cubicle stifling the sniffling and hegging 
Fearful, Red eyed, voice shaking, heart braking, chest aching
If only these corridors could take me home. 
My life was changed Mammy, my heart was broken and my life would never be the same again. 
Little did I know that your live was slowly ending. 
You were leaving our home, going to your true home and I would never know our home again. 
I’ll never forget the rain that night when we took you to the Pike
It was almost like God himself was crying.