when you went away,
that 30th May,
the promise about returning home,
"Don't forget me."
"I can't."
"I'll pray.."
A month without you,
that 30th June,
you wrote in a hurried handwriting,
'wait for me Love, I'll be home soon..'
two months passed,
It was 30th august,
my letters were more desperate while yours were shorter,
made me wait more eagerly when i saw the faint ink was smothered.
two months of loneliness,
It was 30th December,
the wheather was low and isolating like your letters in november.
you've stopped writing to me now, but we made a promise,
and I know you'll remember.
I never recieved a letter again,
just your body back from the war,
I held you, wonded and cold,
touched you yet you seemed so far.
i cried and cried but that didn't bring you back,
I realized there was no cure,
what had i done to deserve something so awful,
all I did was love a soldier...
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