Duty Calls

Alone. Truly alone.
For the first time ever.
The bus pulls away.
There’s no going back.

My forehead against the window.
Cold air blows down from above.
I see my parents waving encouragement,
But I don’t feel it.

What was I thinking?
Why did I do this?
Where am I going?
Who can save me?

I feel it, but I resist.
Waving, my palm against the glass.
Smiling, brave on the surface.
But then they’re gone.

The pressure increases.
The tears well up.
I surrender.
I’m alone. Truly alone.

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