To Leave

It was dark by the time you were ready to leave.
We stood in the driveway, talked about nothing.
I watched my feet shuffle rather than look at you.
We'd been so close for so many years;
and now you're moving, leaving me behind.
Since I am the older of us, I should have left first;
I was just too comfortable where I was.
I don't know how to tell you how much I'll miss you;
so I just punch your arm until you complain.
When you hugged me, I couldn't, wouldn't
let you see my tears; men don't cry.
Don't forget me, kid.