My soldier has left
He’s gone away
He’s not coming back
for a hundred days

He’s off in the desert
laying in the sand
hes on his knees praying
that i wont be mad

Im at home washing dishes
when the man knocks on the door
and hands me the letter
that my soldiers not coming home

The world is blurry
my chest aches
i cant hear the man’s car
as he drives away

i sit on the couch not knowing what to do
whether to cry
or to keep my face dry

so today, the letter sits in a drawer
there is no trace of my soldier here anymore
He did not come back after a hundred days
he left me for good
with bills to pay

goodbye my soldier
i will be strong
but why did you leave me here, all alone?
this
i will never know
-Madi.S