Eastern Hemisphere
He stood, soundless
looking at the other
side of the world
thinking to himself
How did I get here?
Just the night before he
was with his daughter and
wife, kicking a ball around
the freshly cut grass,
knowing he would miss
her 9th, birthday, the family
thanksgiving and Christmas.
Then in the night he
packed his clothes
not ready to leave
the place he had called home.
In the morning,
He awaits the pain that
will be inflicted
on the girls he loves.
As he leaves, he gives
the girls his love one
last time, he departs,
leaving the girls with empty
hearts.
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