Dear Love,
Remember you, of the night?
When the news broke, and I cried
‘Forgive me Dear, I must go.’
Those painful words you uttered
Remember you, of that bitter morning?
When the time came, and you kissed me goodbye
‘Wait for me Dear, I’ll go home with glory.’
A promise made, and it keeps me living
Now two autumns has fallen since waiting became me
Not one night has gone by, that you visit not my thoughts
Are you well still, when the land treats you unkindly?
Are you lonely, when none at night keeps you company?
Love, can you hear what I long to say?
I want you not to be a hero
Who yields sword and fight ‘til your last blood,
And leaves but a painful name behind
So please, when the fire’s ahead,
Don’t be a hero, think of us,
Keep yourself safe, and come home soon.
I am here still, waiting for you.
I miss you.
***
Remember when we started, Jo?
I said, “Kid, I’ll be your Big Bro.”
“I’ll keep you safe under my wing!”
That promise, I have now fulfilled.
But hear, there is one promise,
I made, and now will have to break,
A lady, come to her, and tell,
Don’t wait anymore, and sorry.
‘Cause I feel the time is drawing near,
The bullet inside has stopped burning,
My body is turning numb and cold,
And the world becomes a sea of blur.
I wish I can witness the moments,
When the field becomes green once again,
When the smoke no longer suffocates,
Then we will loudly cry, “Victory!”
But no. It is time for me to go,
This battle you’ll have to fight alone
Promise me that you’ll keep yourself safe,
And tell her the words I cannot say,
Stand tall, and move on,
I love you. Always.
Farewell.
Sydney (Ashburner Street), 2nd january 2011 19:10pm
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