I wrote this the other day for NaPo, and I really like it. Whaddya think?
They say home is where the heart is,
Which is most-likely true,
In that case, I should be over-seas with you.
I pray to God, as days pass,
'Let him be okay.'
'Let him come back.'
Your letters are scarce and far apart,
So few, it rips my heart apart.
I write everyday, to make you feel like your here with me.
But you aren't.
They can't tell me where you are.
They wont let me know,
If your alive or dead,
Nobody knows.
'Please don't let him be gone.'
It's a quarter past three,
I answer the door,
to a man dressed in green.
I stare at the letter,
For far too long,
It's not getting better.
Two letters came that day,
One from him,
and one filled with grief.
The letter that mattered,
It said, "C'mon, baby, be strong."
"Move on for me."
