The way my dad looks at me
after another sibling left
well I hate it.
Sadness in his eyes
the frown on his lips
The way my dad says
I love you, I really do
makes me wanna cry
He didn't need to remind me
But he did, hoping I wouldn't leave too
The way my brother walks
up the stairs
looking into my sisters area
hoping she would be there
she won't be for a while
The way my sister reminds
my parents that she isn't leaving
she doesn't understand it
She's only five years old
But she knows it makes them smile
The way that my family is a mess
Trying so hard to stick together
but we're across three states
different towns, different times
It makes it hard sometimes.
