Iraq Boy

I wait for the call,

that you won't return.

I wait for the call,

that I dread every day you're gone.

It hasn't come,

but I still wait.

Because the day it does,

I do not want to be

another woman

who drops the plate and let's it shatter.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It kills me to know that you're away, but I think it kills me more to know that it is war that seperates us.

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