When you love someone, set them free, but don't expect them to come back to you.  They can't and they won't.  They won't be the same and you won't be the same.  This is the love of a parent, of a mentor, and, sometimes, the love of one who really hopes the best for someone they love; It's the time when your child leaves you for the next phase of his/her life.  It is not to be mourned, but it cannot be helped.  Always, always, there is the longing for what was, and the fearful freedom of letting go.

The End of Something

I shed a tear this morning, as I watched you walk away

To something unknown, the thing that scares me most

For me, it was the end of something

For you, it was the beginning


I have to do something to remember this moment

It's been building up, and now, maybe it's passed

Or maybe, I just see it clearly

Something new and yet familiar too


And I'll see you tomorrow, or tomorrow upon tomorrow

And I'll see you tomorrow, or tomorrow upon tomorrow


And our world has changed, and I knew it well

All your subtle thoughts and not so subtle ways

I cried for me but not for you

Just for what I've lost for now

And I'll see you tomorrow, or tomorrow upon tomorrow


This is how it always is, and how it always must be

When you set your heart's desire to roam free

For me, it was the end of something

For you, it was the beginning

I'm missing you, I'm missing you, I'm missing you

I'm missing you, I'm missing you, I'm missing you

I'm missing you, I'm missing you, I'm missing you...again...

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