People asked in the days before I left
To bring my boy home,
“Are you excited?”
“Yes,” I would say
But the truth is,
It’s not excitement I feel.
Relief because this
Is nearly at an end.
Relief because I’m nearly whole again,
Whereas when my boy is gone,
There’s a bit missing.
I don’t get excited about much these days.
I’m a tough sell.
For good or bad.
Relief to squeeze the small body to me.
(It is painfully unnatural to
Touch your child for
Months on end.
My separation time is over for now,
Which means his father’s is just beginning.
At the airport
His father watches us go through security.
I hoist the boy up three or four times to wave.
His dad stays until he can’t see us anymore.