Michael B
Sasebo Elementary School
Every time you leave, I feel lonely. When I see you go out the door, I feel lonely. But I get it, It’s part of your job. Every time when I think of you I think of your twin Bob. I always run to the door to see if your hand is on the knob. I wish you were here with me in the night. When I’m sleeping, I think bright. But in the end I tend to know that you’re here with me.