In reflection I've realized that, for the duration of my life, I've been the one to leave.
The traveller.
In life, separation is inevitable.
I've simply been out in front of life's metronome.
Leaving schools after a year of being the new kid.
Crossing the Mason-Dixon for college.
Leaving college for the Marines.
Travelling there too.
I guess that's why it's hard now.
Because I remain.
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