Casualty

You never told me what to do when you were taken for the war.

I’ve waited in your room; I don’t know what for.

 

When you told me you’d be home,

you must’ve been deceived.

It’s been years since I last heard you,

so my head must take the lead.

 

Together we were something to give to God,

A gift of love with laughter, the latter’s probably been shot.

 

As much as it does hurt me

to not wait for you.

The space between remains so great,

and I am now so few.

 

Goodbye to you my dearest, wave from far away,

Dead or not, now and forever without you I will lay.

 

I say this over boxes

that now fill my attic.

I only think of you,

likely buried in a barracks.

 

Time will rot until rusted doors will take no keys

One last time I think of you and fall down to my knees.

 

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