No flowers on the counter
No chocolates in a box
I need a Jack on the rocks.
Nothing on the answering machine
No little notes
As to have been expected; no hope.
No burnt up biscits for super
No muddy boot prints on the floor
I'll complain again, never more.
Your dog tags around my neck
You army picture on my desk
No point in looking for better; I had the best.
Half empty bed
Too much space
I just need to touch your face.
A grave dug too early
A wife left alone
A fatherless daughter, unborn in a war zone.
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