Lying on our bed together,

Leaning against our kitchen counter together,

Standing here together in a parking lot with a bus

Headed to boot camp headed to a plane headed

To a country news stories are made of.  And you.

You say to me then, I wouldn’t be gone forever.

And I say promise, not because it is possible but

Because it isn’t, because that is what you do,

When your husband goes to war.  And now.

Now all I can think about is you and what if,

If I make my body a tarmac, a soft landing,

If I make my feet a compass, navigational pull,

If I make my hair a map, each strand a direction

Leading the way, back to the root, back to the scalp,

The scalp of me and this family, will you?

Will you come back?


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