Fear
I arrived home to find L packing. My heart stopped in that instant.
The seriousness of the world�s political events became more real and apparent.
All about the den, his gear was strewn.
In hand, was a packing list.
He was talking to himself, in a low, hushed tone.
I suppose he was talking himself through what he knew needed to be done � methodically without any second thoughts.
My best friend, in the whole, wide world is packing, preparing to go off to war.
Inside my emotions are jumbled � bumping one another like atoms vying to gain protons, neutrons and electrons. All at once I feel numb.
He glances up to find me staring at him.
I am in complete awe of what I see before me.
I don�t want him to go. I don�t want there to be a war.
We stare at each other without talking.
I can feel tears forming, first in my heart, then a tightening in my throat, finally they arrive at my eyes. I begin backing up slowly.
I turn and leave the room.
I want so much to tell him, but I haven�t got the first notion at how to order my words.