Not too long now

I always hate Sundays.
Especially when my family is visiting.
Because its the day they go home.

And I just feel this emptiness when they are gone.
Like I'm the missing piece left behind.
We headed up to honeyville as per usual to get our fix of honey items.
Drank some mead.

And I just remember how good of people my parents are.
How compassionately they love

And how much I miss them.

Whenever they leave mom always says "not too long now until we see you"
And we always cry.
No matter how old I am and no matter how many times we do it I still cry.
I hate when the pull away and I see how truly far away I am.

They are not just around the corner.
We are hours upon hours away from each other.

But then I realize its okay.
This is part of growing up.
And being an adult.

You learn to be alone and stand as you grow up.
And its not as hard each time.
But its still hard.
And that means we still care.
And that they are still my world.

So not too long until i'm home.