Goodbye...

Off she goes, down the street.
A step ahead to talk to a friend.
I watch her walk and giggle and play.

The blowing blond hair that still surprises me.
Only five years ago, I didn't know who you were.
Only three years ago, you were lighting up the room with your words and that smile.
Only one year ago, things seemed smaller and simpler.

Watching you walk ahead of me, I can still see those baby legs through the sparkle jeans.

I feel the tight hand around mine as we near the door.
Maybe she's not so big after all.
Will I ever get used to the saying goodbye?