Okay fine.

I’ll admit it.

Maybe

there might be

a slight possibility

that I was

kinda

sorta

overly

sensitive

 

But there was a time

when you would run into my arms

in a crowd

and cling to me

until I had to pry you off

and promise to douse you

with sloppy kisses

as soon as you got home

 

So forgive me

if I felt

like you

kinda

sorta

screwed things up

when I tried

to say goodbye to you this morning

 

Hey!

Where the hell was my hug?

 

I’ll never tell you this

but

I

kinda

sorta

hate this “growing up” business

(I didn’t sign up for that part, just so you know)

and

I’m kinda

sorta

having a

hard time with it

 

So when I left

I may have been

kinda

sorta

sulking

and

kinda

sorta

moping

back to my car

 

And then I heard your boy voice

yelling across the playground

” BYE MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!”

and I saw

your arm shoot out

and watched you wave

your fingerless glove-wrapped hand

easy to spot

among the others

 

and the tears?

Well, I swear they were happy ones

and anyway,

I already told you that

I was feeling

a bit sensitive today

*sniff*

 

But

thanks

you know,

for doing what you did

 

cause now

 

I think

maybe

probably

I’m gonna be

okay