I sat here tapping my cigarettes
as if the sound would appease me,
Your dog tags gently fell between my
finger tips,
Gentle smells of you flowed through the room
from your camouflage shirt that hung from where
you left it,
Candles softly lit the room as I gently touched
the crevasses of your face smiling from the frame,
And I thought of the many nights I sat in the starlight
wishing on the North Star for a happy ending of your
combat filled days,
Wishing the toxic ways of the world would find peace
and tranquility within the diversity the world has
to offer,
And that a whirlwind of rain delivered by a thundercloud
would chase the chaotic state of the world away,
Like liposuction taken never to be seen again,
And we could go back to zero and start all over again
and the only thing the world would be made of is dreams,
As I watch the hue of smoke and I snub the burning ambers of
my cigarette,
I softly shake my head in sorrow and pray for all to have
Godspeed.
( And I remember how I missed you)
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