Kuwait

things were different than before my sudden out burst I'd yet to explain I noticed small things like a butterflies cocoon my sense's were a bit altered as the smell of a dandelion sent me soaring again things were a bit different I suppose my laughter seemed out of style like an old pair of slacks from the seventies a quiet calm aroused my suspicious mind centered around trust issues things were a bit different than before I found myself in the middle of a closet reading old letters from Apo addresses clutching dog tags field jackets and twisted boot straps while a celebration seemed to be carried from the back yard the sound of great cheer I held on to a stainless steel tear one I couldn't ignore that things were a bit different than before