19 February 2013
Tears stain every inch of the room,
Just as the next batch blooms,
I smile in sorrow at my luck, the irony,
Of how you were brutally snatched from me,
Your things litter every patch of the floor,
I have not the guts to take them out the door,
I hope every night for a call from you,
These tears are shed in vain as I hope you do,
You departed merrily just months ago,
Because you were oblivious to how I'd implode,
You were lost in battle is what they said,
Which triggered the tears I bled,
And these I still do bleed,
They represent my need,
My need for your return, for your safety,
A need I've expressed ever so greatly.
The Man At War • Opuss № I