One Last Hug

You're moving to Iowa.
You left yesterday
On September 29, '07.
I didn't want you to go.

Friday was hard.
I gave you a hug
Every time you passed me.
It won't be the same without you.

I missed you yesterday,
When we had our March-a-thon.
I had to hug other people
To make up for your missing hugs.

Your hugs were the best
Even though you tickled me.
They made my day
And let me be happy.

On Friday,
I wouldn't let go.
Then you said you'd be back,
So I let go.

Five more times this happened.
The sixth time was the last.
3:30 in the afternoon,
I played a song called Good Times.

I hugged you
For five more precious minutes.
I wouldn't let go.
I didn't want to.

When you said you had to leave,
The tears finally came
And at last I let go,
And walked out the door.

As I sat on the bench,
Water poured down my face.
You left me sitting there
With only a "bye".

I regret not running after you,
But even more than that,
I regret not watching you walk away.
I had turned my head aside.

The tears flowed
From my eyes to my neck,
As I remembered the fun times.
As I remembered your hugs.

As you walked away from me,
I thought about what it would be without you.
But it was too much to bare.
I couldn't think of living that way.

As I was hugging you,
You were quiet.
The you said you had to leave.
But I didn't want to let go.
Not of that one last hug.