My man is a soldier, and I wait for him
while he is on personal deployment
duty calls
he’s off to a dark place
unfamiliar
but will fight the good fight
and keep his sanity
-who am I to drive myself crazy now?
He will somehow endure, and I will too, for him
by taking up distracting enjoyment,
hit the malls,
knit, cook, paint, find purpose
as a volunteer..
so as to not
wallow in self-pity.
