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Mar 2015
He signs into the Navy proudly and fair,
and walks around without a care,
Unsure of what to do,
she stops and stares,
its his future she has to remember,
if lucky he’ll be back by December,
Maybe by then he’ll have things figured out,
but for now I just sit like a stout,
be quiet and let nothing out,
Soon he’ll return and things will be ok,
Or he will come back and go away,
For him life is like a race,
And I’m just trying to go my own pace,
if when he comes back will we be alright,
or will every night end in a frantic fight,
will people see us for who we are,
maybe they'll just see the nasty scars,
Will he see how strong my love is when apart,
or will I leave with a broken heart,
Will he love me when he comes back,
or will I need to get my stuff and pack.
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