They Keep Leaving

People keep going away.

They're here for a while, and then they leave. Usually they're old.

But sometimes they're moms or dads.

And sometimes they're kids.

But they keep on leaving, never to be seen again. If we didn't know them, it wouldn't be such a deal.

But we do.

And it is.

And I don't like it.

I guess I will leave some day.

I don't like that either.