This is a poem that I selected for one of my TS practical sessions. :) Thought i'd just post it before I throw it away

See You Next Year by Judith Pordon

Thanksgiving is in the tears
that burst like ripe grapes.

Proclaiming, see you next year,
we wave, begin to panic.

With these tears, the further we go
the tighter we are entwined.

We hold onto each others image,
hold each other way-deep

as the bus pulls us apart,
stretching our gratitude for miles