not ready.

I know it's gonna happen.
and soon.
Thursday she'll graduate.
I'm gonna be a mess.
There is so much she doesn't know yet,
there is so much I wish I could teach her,
there is so much advice I'd wish I'd given her.
I know it's unavoidable but I don't want her to leave.
She'll want to be home even less.
She won't need us anymore...
I should have done her favors and
things she asked of me a little more sweetly.

I am so worried about her because I

love her dearly.
We've drifted apart lately and I hate it.
I just wish she'd be around to have random chats,
take the first jump in the pool together
or make the little memories doing nothing that matters
just making it fun.
Thursday, urgh.