Saying Farewell

At the end of the day the bell rings.
You pick up all of your things.
Rushing out to say goodbye.
Trying hard not to cry.
Looking at me with your piercing gaze.
That puts me in quite a daze.
With a softness I clearly see.
Extending your hand out to me.
Nothing between us but silence.
Making me feel all tense.
Eventually my fingers reach your palm.
Unsure of how to keep my calm.
I felt the sterness in your shake.
A strong feeling that won't break.
So much energy and power.
In our final hour.
The last thing you say is, "It's been fun."
Before setting off towards the Sun.