Dear Jane

Dear John was not what I came to be It’s a Dear Jane sent to me overseas As if duty isn’t calling and I have the time to read It’s only five words that have been written to me “I love you, I’m sorry,” seems like empty narration When I’m fighting here for both my country and my nation Like a bullet piercing through an emptied hollow chest The pain I feel from the wound lies beneath my Kevlar vest Words escape my mind and I feel my heartbeat drop As if my artery is spurting and my blood will not clot It’s not enough to finish me despite the deadly blow No matter how much I think I’ll die here all alone I'll dig my fingers in and I'll fight it every breath The blackness will not take me this will not be my death Five years, five words, is that all that I’m worth? One word a year will be my enduring curse Love can’t stop a bullet but it can make you bleed Now I finally realize I’m the only one I need