Poem from a new article Friday's homework

When it's Time to say Goodbye

I don't want to let go of your grip
I have chills running up and down me when were together
we stay as one for minutes
crying
wishing that you didn't have to go.
your next leave is in a year
and
i already miss you.
Your green camoflauge uniform scratches against my body
and thats when i remember you have to go.
"I'll write you,"
I say.