i packed my bags once again. soaked up everything. 
breathing in. trying to picture this moment cause this 
time it could be forever. and not just for now. this 
small boy is moving out. and again i turned my back on 
this place. looking over my shoulder like i did a 
thousand times before. i knew it meant goodbye. i am 
leaving forever. now i am writing this letter so many 
miles apart. saying these things i knew right from the 
start. expecting this distance would feel so good. but it 
did not always do. there were nights when i tried to 
dream myself back and days when my eyes tried to figure 
this spot. i have been leaving forever.