• I sat there crying, lonely on my bed
    as my mom walked in, with tears of dread.
    She said he'd come back,
    and not to cry.

    I sat up and smiled
    my small sad smile
    believeing the lies she said.

    Two long weeks later
    He finally came back
    A large smile on his face
    as he hugged her, not telling her
    he just needed a place to crash.

    He walked in the living room
    Jumping on the couch
    and sitting beside me,
    I smiled back up at him,
    with a small greeting
    "Welcome home, how was your vacation?

    He just sat there for a minute,
    a blank look on his face
    when he suddenly smiled
    and said "It was great."

    sadly a few days later
    He walked out the door
    again not smiling at all
    When I remembered that night
    he said he couldn't take it anymore.

    I sat in the bathroom crying for an hour
    when My mom finally came in, and asked
    "Whats the matter?"
    I just looked up at her, tears falling down my face.

    I didn't say anything,
    I didn't need to,
    she hugged me tight a tear or two
    falling from her blue glassy eyes.

    "He's not coming back."
    is all she said as we sat there
    silently crying.
    She tried to take him away from me
    From us actually.
    Who would take away two kids
    dad?

    Even if he did some bad things.
    Sometimes thats what war can do to you,
    It can mess up your head.
    But a few years later
    I know it was for the best.

    Yes they got divorced,
    Yes I almost lost him,
    My father,
    My dad.

    But he won the fight,
    and I still get to see him.
    I guess thats pretty
    tramatical to happen,
    But like I said it was for the best.

    They are both with people who love them.
    But still, I wonder at night
    what drove dad away from my mom
    who loved him so?