A Soldier’s Love Letter
***
My love,
Out here, the rain still finds me—
quiet, steady,
like the space your voice has left.
There’s no one to catch my tears
when your letters don’t come.
I wait between long days,
in borrowed rooms and passing time,
reading your old words
like they might still mean the same.
They say it happens—
distance grows where love once lived,
and sometimes a letter arrives
that ends everything.
A “Dear John” … just like that.
Still, I hold on.
Every drop carries your name,
every silence feels like goodbye,
and I wonder if you still think of us
the way I do out here.
Because despite the miles,
despite the quiet between us,
my heart hasn’t learned
how to let you go.
If you’re still there—
write to me before the rain falls again.
I’ll be here,
somewhere between duty and home,
waiting…
with love.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 4:34 AM UTC
A Soldier’s Love Letter
***
My love,
Out here, the rain still finds me—
quiet, steady,
like the space your voice has left.
There’s no one to catch my tears
when your letters don’t come.
I wait between long days,
in borrowed rooms and passing time,
reading your old words
like they might still mean the same.
They say it happens—
distance grows where love once lived,
and sometimes a letter arrives
that ends everything.
A “Dear John” … just like that.
Still, I hold on.
Every drop carries your name,
every silence feels like goodbye,
and I wonder if you still think of us
the way I do out here.
Because despite the miles,
despite the quiet between us,
my heart hasn’t learned
how to let you go.
If you’re still there—
write to me before the rain falls again.
I’ll be here,
somewhere between duty and home,
waiting…
with love.
I wrote Catch My Tears from lived experience—watching friends receive “Dear John” letters and feeling that same quiet loss myself. It speaks to the distance service can place between two hearts, even in peaceful times, and the silence that slowly replaces connection. This piece holds that fragile space between hope and goodbye, where love is still held onto, even as it begins to slip away.
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