The Last Call: His Final Voyage
I remember walking with you
That morning on the shoreline
Polyester shirt and rolled up dress pants
Crisp lines iron starched
To military perfection
Like always.
I’m not sure
Which I could see through more
Your old dress shirt
Or pale, cancer riddled skin?
Your tired, peaceful eyes,
Ready to go home.
You looked out at the ships
Like a man who saw
His long lost brothers out there
You drew in a deep breath
sighed out so deep and laughed
Even as a young girl
I knew whatever you came here for
You were ready and…
You were leaving with it.