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.