Locked Away
My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door,
He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war.
My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour.
Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore.
I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor.
Quatrain - a hopeful heart
6-7-2012
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
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