Once I saw his face beam among the throng.
Separated by fate five months too long.
And soon I learned a child's mind does decay
Into a man who won't see home till May.
It creeps and seeps through my brain like a song
Reminding me that he will soon be gone.
I'd steal; I'd pay anything to let him stay.
Yet, soon I will be the one taking flight
into the unknown, this I never did fear.
"There's nothing left for me," I thought. Despite
The ringing freedom I always heard near,
Realization burns its vicious bright light
Into life's dreary night, making it clear.