I'M COMING HOME
If he closed his eyes, he could see her still
her soft brown hair teased by a gentle breeze
her smiling eyes, glistening with tears
as she kissed him farewell.
He'd taken her hand and touched the shiny gold ring
he'd placed there just twenty four hours earlier.
He'd reassured her that it'd be over soon
he'd be home before she knew it.
He promised to bring her a present, whatever she'd like.
"Just a flower, something to show me where you've been,
They found him in a field of poppies
one perfect flower tucked into his pocket,
along with a half written letter...
"I'm coming home..."
© Crissouli April 23, 2016
In memory of all who gave their future for ours.
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