I wonder if I should ask him to check his bags one last time. Just to make sure he has everything. But the words stick in my throat. I know he is ready to go. The big wide world, with its adventures and heartbreak, is waiting for him. And just like that, with one final wave, he leaves his father and me to fill in our days.
Feel pain. Laugh hard. Go
through that open door. Life is
there to be made yours.
For Rebecca’s August 2022 poetry challenge