Saturday, January 1, 2011

Soldier's Bride

I'm not a soldier's bride.

No more waiting.
on life, to come on home.

Even, if it does, now.

Surely, I would wake,
and, find, an angry psychotic,
wild eyed, and foamy mouthed,

Holding a gun, to my head.

Not remembering, who I am.

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