Christina A. Sharik

HIS BUDDY’S FACE

He’s middle-aged now
and on Memorial Day
he takes out the photos
and drifts far away
to that other place
and that other War;
he’s not the same man
that he was before.

This day, he remembers
his friends, young and strong
some still alive,
and some gone so long
that it’s hard to remember
the sound of their voices –
and sometimes he wonders
at some of his choices.

I didn’t forget
and I want him to know
that I, too, remember
those days long ago.