As Told Through Changes

100 days until you come home,
and I have never felt so alone…


…


Will, I miss you.
Why’d you have to go and be the hero?

You got that glint in your eye
when the recruiters came by,
and nothing I did would shake you.
I pleaded and cried,
but you only sighed,
When I told you the war would break you.

“It’s not about me!”

“It’s about the precipice of hate,
and changing fate…
about making a difference before it’s too late.”
“People need saving,
and leaders are lying.
Flags are waving,
and children are crying…”

But I’m crying too…

You smiled at me.
“I’m doing this for us.”

“I’m gonna come back and love you in a world full of peace.
So take a deep breath, you gotta believe…
God loves you, and so do I.”

I only shook my head.


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50 days until you come home,
and I have never felt so alone…


…


Will, I miss you.
I’ve been thinking about things you’ve told me…

You talked about God,
and what he meant to you.
Then I would ready my facts,
A debate sure to ensue.
You would scratch your neck,
and say I didn’t see…

Then suddenly, I realize-
Faith isn’t about religion, but spirituality!

I whisper “Hallelujah!”

I think about what our conversations had instilled,
and I scream “Thank you, Will!”


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It’s night, and I crawl into bed
thoughts of war swirling around my head.
I think about the soldiers as I light up a smoke,
But loneliness grabs me, and begins to choke
me, and as I cry and struggle for air,
I am aware that you aren’t here to declare
your love for me, and I think I might die…

But suddenly a light shines from inside.

I know it’s God speaking to me through your voice,
I listen and realize I have no choice.
Will, you are a hero, and the least I can do
is calm down and pray and be proud of you.

So I stop crying and begin counting sheep,
and before you know it, I’m fast asleep…


…


300 days I was all alone,
and you will never come back home…


…


Will, I miss you.
I heard the news…

This morning I turned on the TV,
and my new found faith was all that held me.
Still, I fell to the floor
and began to cry.
As I pounded my firsts
I screamed “Why, God, why?!”

For there was your picture across the screen,
along with “… loss of a brave human being…”

There was no denying it;
The love of my life had died.


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Will, I miss you.

It’s been a month since I heard the news,
and I decided that I had to thank you.

Thank you for making a believer of me,
and thank you for fighting for your country.
Thank you for loving me ‘til the end,
and thank you for being a friend…
To everyone.

I sing hallelujah as I kneel on your grave,
because I know that you are in a better place

If you can, please remember;

You are my hero.

God loves you, Will.
And so do I.


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