Title: Thursday

He looked out at the shore on a Thursday
of the last day,
he would be home.

He saw his friends shipped off to a cold place
to a land that was unknown.

He stopped by to see his old mother.
She had a hard time letting go.

He hugged his girlfriend for the last time,
on the last day,
he would be home.

There are times
when things so unsure.
You'll need a hand, 
and that's what friends are for.

His boat left dock that night at sunset.
He was scared and all alone.

He looked up to the stars and wondered
if he would ever come home.

He sat back in a chair and dreamed
about the people he left at home.

Shots rang out that night and awoke him.
He was shot, and never went home.