Departure’s Weight

Andrew J. Mair
My Sleeve Where It Should Be
1 min readApr 19, 2024

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As I prepare to leave this cherished door,

My heart weighs heavy, burdened to the core.

I must forsake the ones whose love has shined,

Those gentle souls, so gracious and so kind.

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Anxiety of parting fills my breast,

And in its grip, I ponder how I’m blessed

Without the warmth of family near,

A void unfolds, stark, and severe.

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