Lady In Waiting (War Poem Short Story)

Casting my eyes upon a young brown haired girl, she reminded me of a young woman who returned every day to these exact docks, as she waited for her lover to return from the ridiculous phenomenon called war. In the bitter cold of winter, in the warmth of summer, in the gales of autumn and in the blossoms of spring she returns. Noticing her once again, I watch her from the massive, ancient ship as she looked for that special individual, curly heads, kinky-heads, crew-cuts and balding non-coms come and go but none are HER someone special.