I’m surprised that I’m not upset,
I suppose It hasn’t hit me yet,
that I won’t be home this year,
and I won’t have my family near
for Thanksgiving or Christmas.
Just another hard discipline
that, I suppose, is part of growing up,
but this tradition blowing up
is the comfort of home.
Still, I suppose I won’t be alone,
‘cause we’ll visit on our phones.
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
I’m surprised that I’m not upset,
I suppose It hasn’t hit me yet,
that I won’t be home this year,
and I won’t have my family near
for Thanksgiving or Christmas.
Just another hard discipline
that, I suppose, is part of growing up,
but this tradition blowing up
is the comfort of home.
Still, I suppose I won’t be alone,
‘cause we’ll visit on our phones.
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