maybe I'm a little angry

Your eyes light up
when you tell me
about where you're going to go
that I can't possibly
hold it against you
even though
I don't want you to
But maybe I'm a little angry
that you're leaving me
but I never told you it mattered
You're putting on your uniform
strapping on radio and pistol
I say good luck, not what I wished
I had thought to say
before you leave and walk away
You're taking a little piece of me with you
and never even knew