the harsh reality

you intentions are honourable
my heart is sinking into the abyss
i may lose you
to the gun
the foreign rain
the blood that spills
for conquest
gain
protecting fellow man
and ideologies
while the bed stays empty
and i can't sleep
or eat

your actions are commendable
i am screaming nightmares
of a folded flag on a coffin
you fly out
in two months
a lifetime must be lived
between us now
and carried with you
how
will you remember
the scent of my hair
if the smoke and guts
numb you dead

your motivation is laudable
my desperation is palpable
the situation is impossible


and the harsh reality is
you will leave
and i will never love like this again
relaxed and free of worry
care
if you return
i won't be able to leave you alone
if the unthinkable occurs
my heart
will stop
with yours