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[anothermandown]

I'm trying to manifest into words
what I can only seem to expressed with tears.
I call to see how they are doing.
My father answers the phone.
His voice is sleepy and soft.
He presents himself as being strong
and quickly passes off the phone to my
mother.
It is close now.
He leaves on Saturday.
My heart breaks for her.
A son going off to war.
She is preparing herself to say good bye.
They both are.
We all are.
She tells me how determined he is
to be a great leader,
for his men.
That he made a promise to her,
over the phone
that he would not loose one them,
while he was over there.
My day seems trivial
as do my struggles.
I imagine I cried in much the same way that she did
upon hearing those words.
In my mind I go back to the last time I was home.
I see so many lost moments.
The details of a trivial argument.
I regret not taking his photograph.
I didn't know.
These will be the things that haunt me.