For Mother

The floor looks faded,
The ceiling seems jaded,
Everything is bare but the walls;

The sun is setting,
The stillness is upsetting,
Until footsteps echo in the halls.

There's no room for slack,
There's no turning back,
What's begun must be seen through;

But the thrill of arriving,
Is offset by the pain of leaving,
And all i can think of is You.