Country Over Love

He walked through the terminal gate.

Each step bringing him closer to me - his eternal fate.

There he was - with smiles and scars

My lifetime wouldn't suffice to hear him tell about them

With spark in his eyes and child-like enthusiasm.

Every touch, every word gets etched in memory,

To be revisited when in solitary.

Yet I don't resent his decision

That put the distance between us.

That moment I could very well sympathise

With the words of Brutus. For, I knew

He didn't love me any less

He just loved his country more.