He came running,

grabbed my legs

“Please don’t go”

He was crying.

He was but a four year old boy.

The look on his face

I could not face

Stealing my eyes away

Innocent questions of life

Difficult to answer

The teary eyes were those

Filled with love and sadness

The knees that grew too weak

To stand upon its own

On my knees I hugged him

Wanted to say

How much I love him

But then what kind of man

would say it, then leave

I could only say

“I will return, for you I will

Oh don’t say a word, no more”

I could see it in his eyes

I was breaking his heart

Like it a vicious cycle

Of breaking each other’s heart.

He will learn I thought

Or maybe he will never

Maybe it will always be that hard

To part from someone we love.