Gone With the Wind
He sets out for the station
Kitbag on his back
Off to war in Afghanistan
More than likely won't be back
Had a romantic last evening
With a gal known many years
She gave her body willingly
Biting back the engulfing tears
She loved this soldier
Had done for a long time
Knew he was off to fight
Needed to relax this very last time
He has gone maybe for ever
Maybe his child he has left inside
Memory of the love she had for him
Now "gone with the wind" are the tears she cried.
Penned 31May 2014
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