Come and Go

I was looking at my past class pictures, When I realized there was a trend. Every year, an old face would leave, While a new face came to befriend. I hate that it has to be this way, That friends must come and go. But that is what it must be like, When living in a country that’s not home. Of all the bad things about being a TCK, And believe me there are many, This truly is the worst of them all. Though to seems so ordinary. So I tell you now, with a heavy heart, Savor the moments you have, Or it will be a great shock to you one day, When you realize they may be your last. And do all that you can, with who you love most, Until your body is sore. To avoid the unexplainable regret When you know you could have done more.