parasitic.

it's been so long since i've heard (made) you laugh that i've forgotten what it sounds like.

everytime i see a soldier, i stop and turn around. everyone else is saying thank you for serving and thank you for protecting and thank you for giving and i really just want to scream thank you for giving a name to walking away that makes it impossible to be angry.

i'd like to think you went away to save everyone here; home. but this never really was your home, now that i think of it. when you ran, you ran backwards. you jumped over fences and kicked soccer balls clear across the field, no matter what you should've been aiming for. you were dying to get out while they were dying to keep you and you hated the way they loved you so entirely. you wanted out and you took an out. they said you couldn't do it and this is your fuck you.

i hope your fuck you doesn't get you killed.
but sometimes i hope it does.
i'd like to remember you in terms of hopping over fences and running backwards, not killing based on proving something to yourself.

i don't need to believe in fancy uniforms and dressed up titles to know that this was nothing more than you walking away.