To my parents... with love

I have this frightful fear
that all my goodbyes are final now
that I will never see
them again... and somehow
I have to remember each
little thing... each gesture
for this may be the last time
we meet again... I'm unsure
upon leaving... I want to
run back... and hold
them... take them in
my arms... and enfold
them... I'm so insecure
cowardly... facing this fear
of losing them... most dear
death, loneliness seems
so very, very near

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