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
wondering if Venus
was the first one he’d see too
or if he lies down on sand
or a dirty floor
taking his last breath
a universe
away from me
always wondering
has the reaper arrived
is this the last night
for my warrior to ride

day after day
silent torment
must not speak

of this weakened state
never 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
just send him home
he’s paid his dues

LL