(they describe it as “an empty space on the bed”
but you left so much more than that)
gone are the midnight smiles
here is my everyday grimace
gone are the fingertip kisses
here are my untouched lips
gone is the security of your presence
here is the fear for myself, yet
a greater fear for you
you, who smiles in dusty photographs
you, who kisses the gravel of iraqi land
you, who secures dugouts and trenches and battlefields spilling blood of
you, who fears nothing but the well-being of your day-to-day fight
(no wonder i cannot sleep at night
doc calls it “depression”, i call it being an army wife)
I’ve been reading Redeployment by Phil Klay, so the inspiration largely comes from there. I suppose I’ll write a book review once I’m done. “army wife” is written for this week’s Poetry Rehab 101 for the prompt of “sleep“. Love these things.
✪ Angie