I don’t know if it’s simply
That I’m getting to that age,
Or if it’s how difficult it is
For me to let new people in
But it feels like I am having
Less people coming into
    my life
Than people leaving
    my life
Either through death
Or them simply walking out
There are more exits
Than entrances
And no matter how many times
I have to do it
Saying goodbye
Never get any easier