Separation

Holy Saturday
Silent Saturday
A terrible silence
The silence of separation.

A daughter
sprawled across a motel bed
thinking of the clean sheets
in her parents home.
Would they have me back?

A man
perched behind his desk
considering the distance from the 18 floor
to the pavement.
Could she take me back?

A mom
standing outside his bedroom door
remembering when her affection was
all he knew.
Will he want to come back?

A boy
lying in a ditch, deployment near end
daydreaming of the cheers
as he walks down the airplane steps.
Do they need me back?

Holy Saturday
Silent Saturday
endured that separation would not be
my stories name.

Separation He lived that our
separation could die.