i'm humbled being here
and i'm not sure why
i'm visiting
so i'm allowed
right?
so many
the stones seem to go on forever
and i dare not step on one
no
that would be disrespectful
inconsiderate
so i walk around
sometimes hop
if it's last minute
and i find him
here
alone
a grey stone
a military stone
a proud army man
but how proud can you be
after the fact
i clean it up
the stone
brush off the dirt, dried leaves
so i can look
and i look
reading his name
my heart skips a beat
my throat constricts
my stomach hurts
i miss him
my dad
i surely, truly
unapologetically
miss him
but it doesn't really matter, does it
he's not coming back
he's gone
and i'm left here
to figure things out by myself
and it hurts.