Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A Two-Hour Flight and A Two-Hour Drive

When I come home,
Will I have a hero's welcome,
Or did everyone forget about my existence,
One-upped by a soldier who deserves the attention,
For he is serving his country,
Whereas I exist to make a mess,
When I come back,
Will everything have changed,
Will the relationships I forged feel like they did yesterday?
I've been gone for so long,
I may just be a faint memory,
I tend to blend into the environment I'm in,
I still have months of isolation,
This is the darkest of my days,
"But you're doing well",
Yeah my grades are great Mom,
But I'm still so alone and I'm dying just a little bit faster,
I'm trying to get everything straight,
Because where I am is only temporary,
Just a small step on my journey,
When all is said and done,
I'll come back home.

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