Bittersweet memories

You grew up before my very eyes. And I knew the day would come when I would arrive home, and see your shoes no longer by the front door, your stuff gone from your bedroom, a note left laying on the table, the moths finally able to rest on the lights without worry.

I didn't mean for the years to go by so quickly. But I'm, glad they did. I'm glad that you were the one who stuck by my side. I'm glad I could see you aim for a dream. Your dream, and yours alone.