After this wearisome night finally ends
and a new morning arrives
shivering in its dew,
I will run to you, my love,
I will run to you.
After the last goddamn mortar has fallen,
and the last MRE has been eaten,
after I’ve completed my last mission,
and turned my weapon in for good,
I won’t do a goddamn thing
except eat bananas on the beach,
write poetry that only you will ever read,
and thank God for everything.
I think about you all the time.
You’re the reason I’m afraid to die.
It’ll all be over soon, my love,
it’ll all be over soon.
And I will run to you.
Copyright 2018 Jeff Suwak