The Blood & The Bones

he went off to war

full kit

full heart

under foreign stars

I am laid on my back on cool grass

and wondering if Venus was the first one he’d see too

or if he lay on sand or a dirty floor taking his last breath

a universe away from me

always wondering if the reaper has arrived

if tonight is the last night

for the warrior to ride

day after day

silent torment

must not speak of this weakened state

especially to the one who’s gone

let him be strong

believing you are too

but most of the time

spent half alive

phone glued to hand

always anticipating, praying

one message of hope

we made it through another day, now two

countdown

until his boots hit the ground

or the floors you pace back and forth

send him home

give me this

but keep the war

please keep your war

but send him home

he’s paid his dues

LL