August 19, 2008

it’s late late at night;
i’ve just come home from dropping Micah off at home
and for the first time it’s hit me:
my brother is gone
he’s off in San Diego for his 13 weeks of boot camp
training to be a Marine
because, you see,
whenever i’m home late
there’s always at least the light under his door
somehow it always made me feel obscurely happy
knowing that he was still awake, too
but now he’s not here
and i’m scared for him
because i know that he’s doing what he wants
but the possibilities are endless
and so is the danger.

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