[CLOSED] - Poets Pub 2020 - Biggest Competition Ever Vol. 2

Through Love and War (seeliefey) wk-8

Through Love and War

A man sat sadly on a park bench,

So often since he was a soldier,

With the love of his life beside him,

When explosions painted the sky grim.

"Wait for me," he told her and kissed her,

Then he was off to fight from a trench.

Meanwhile, the woman whelmed in her blues,

Waiting for letters, waiting for news.

She wrote to him with countless things to say,

Most of all, she told him, "Our child is on the way—

You're gonna be a father, so come back—

Come back to me, to us, and this time—

Stay."

The man on the bench still sits sadly today,

Wearied by age—wistful and gray.

He is older—older but never bolder,

Always wishing for time to run faster,

Then he might finally be able to hold her.

"I miss her," he tells her,

Their memories dancing before him.

A younger woman is sitting beside him,

Her head against his shoulder, and—

With the same eyes like hers,

Though the creases gave more years away.

"I miss her, too, daddy," the woman says.

"Remember she's in Paradise now—

Watching over us somehow—

She's happy, daddy, so come back—

Come home from the past—

Come back to us."