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"Letter Home"



I write this, my love

not knowing if I will ever feel the sweet breath of your kiss, again.

Deep in the trenches, this early morning dawn

I feel your magic in my heart

cradling warmth into my soul

even as men I will never know

try to end my life,

our life.



I fight for a nation

yet, all I want is to feel your arms around me

to hold you close

breathe your scent,

touch your heart with the beating of mine.



I don't want to die,

not because I'm afraid

but because I will miss you

miss us,

our walks to your parents home

the way we laugh because of the way your father still looks at me

cruel intentions, because I took his little girl away,

even to this day.



I know I wasn't the greatest husband

little quirks

driving you crazy,

the trash

toilet seat

even the Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour,

all making you nuts.



What I remember the most?

Your smile when I gave in

or when I said I was sorry

your kiss,

when you got your way

or when you thought you had me hanging by a thread,

yes I remember

it was all a part of this man's plan.



Been seven months now

I've changed,

killing will do that to a man

taking another's life

for only doing what they feel is right,

defending their land.



I miss you, Baby

I want you to know that

and no matter what

I will always love you,

cherish us.



There's a storm coming,

not our kind of storm

you don't make love in this rain

you make war

end lives

take away futures,

destroy love.



I love you

just wanted you to know that,

hold me

make love to me

meet me in our dreams so I can come back to you,

and taste the sweetest kiss I've ever known.



I have to go now,

the sun is rising

as darkness falls upon my shadow

in a bath of tears.



I miss you

I love you

I want you

I need you

now, more than ever.



Goodbye Baby... Your man, always...



�Brian Glenn