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Water damaged of sweat

Dirt encrusted creases

Residue fingerprints

Tiny burned off pieces



She opened the door

To go get the mail

That always contained

His letters of tale



Like many before

The letter arrived

But not by mail

Her heart soon dived



There two men stood

Suits pressed and ready

To deliver the message

She’s broken already



Her knees growing weak

Arms unable to hold

The door anymore

His last story told



But still they stood tall

The letter in hand

The flag and case

“He died for his land”



Tears endlessly flowing

Comments she denied

As they walked away

And she cried and cried



She held the letter

Close to her heart

Vision blurry eyed

And torn a part



“Dearest Darling

I’m writing to you

In the event of

My time being due



I know you’ll miss me

I know that you’ll cry

But think me not gone

In the time to pass by



Each day I’ll be there

Right by your side

In early morning sun

And dreams I reside



Try not to cry much

Though tears are flowing

Because remember, My Love

Your smile kept me going



And the thought of your kiss

Once more returning mine

My arms wrapped in

Our embracing intertwine



The sound of your laughter

Cooing happily

And your angelic look

As you slept next to me



Goodbye for now

But not forever

I’ll see you again

In our next endeavor”



Written in pencil

Graphite smeared across

Blood from wounds

And a life in loss







Dedicated to: The families of soldiers

Created on: June 7, 2008 - 0611