I've personally never had a relative or loved one who's served in the army. But I know of people who do, people who've experienced the loss of a soldier. I could never pretend to understand that kind of loss, but of all the stories I've heard, real...
Dust danced on the still dirt road Quite yet loud, came in those who rode The ebony carriage, as it pulled in, tall. Hustle and tumult around the dark arrival The beat of hearts or the cold, stale stones Was enquired in mild, anxious tones In you walked, into the well-lit hall. But my heart was dark, shielded with an iron wall.
Up the staircase, anticipation deep down the mind. Doors opening, little ghost figures closing in. The birds chirped, while the children were silenced, The chirp, a crow's or dove's? The news, bad or good?
I raced down, you raced up Curtains thrown out of the way Glasses pushed aside. When the two striding matched And our faces searched Each other's, it was still emptiness That I met with, no more, no less. My soul wept again as I heard the sour Echo of your footstep Fading fast away once more.. Before it ever even reached my doorstep.
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