Four long hours until we meet again...

We hug and kiss
Say our customary goodbyes
We hold the moment and our gaze
A love story that is daily staged.

Still holding the forlorn gaze
Long enough to last for days.
A flying kiss, a weak smile…...
Eager to fly back the distant mile

You walk ahead as if torn away
By time and by the parting ritual
The mist is waiting to rain as tears
Parting might lose its dense grace

'Come back soon' I murmur
'Yes I will' you mumble
Before the tears and the wailing fuss
I pack you off on your school bus.