Oh, how it hurts

It hurts to leave you each morning. I say goodbye with a smile and a funny face, trying to make sure you’re calm and content when I walk out the door. You have no idea how much I’d rather stay and not have to leave you with someone who’s just a temporary fix, someone that won’t play a part in your life, someone to who you are nothing more than a job, a means to solve her problems. It hurts to know that time is fleeting and, before I know it, we’ll be celebrating your first year while I regret the time spent away from you, the memories that never had a chance.