Letters I wrote you

Nine

I went to you're funeral today,

along with those of the dead soldiers from your squad.

They buried an empty coffin, because your body was lost at war,

I don't know if I would have bore seeing your body, cold and as still as a rock.

I threw a rose for you, a red rose, because it was the first flower you gave me,

and when it started to die, you gave me another, so I would always have your red rose at my house. And when you moved in you continued to give me red roses

I never bought another when the last one you gave me died, because I didn't wan't to replace it, I wanted it to last forever but unfortunately as all things I loved, it died.

After they buried your coffin I couldn't take it any longer,

I fell to my knees, in front of your grave and cried for ages,

I can't remember anything else,

just that when I stopped,

it was night, and almost all of your soldier colleges had left,

your mother waited for me though.

She invited me to your old place and made me some hot chocolate, like the one she used to make for us when I spent winter at yours, and I would snuggle with you on the couch in front of the fire. You would twirl my hair, and tell me how much you loved me, I would try and beat you but you always won. Eventually the heat would get the best of me and I would fall asleep in your lap.

I fell asleep on your couch but in the morning you weren't there anymore.

Please come back, please,

I waited

Jane