Last One Loving...

I got a call, I am to report for military duty in the morning.. I reluctantly tell my wife as she was doing her usual cleaning. She covers her face with her hands and begins to cry. I gathered her in my arms and told her I would be back by her side. Holding my wife, I drifted off on the couch, listening to music. She was singing and humming quietly to the songs and their lyrics. She tells me she understands and shows her love and support. Morning finally came, and she drove me to the airport. We exchange vows again, and I kiss her tenderly.. She whispers that she will remember this moment blithely. She received his letters, read and cherished every one of them. Thinking of the times they were together and the essence of him. A month went by and she tried every possible way to find her soldier. She closed her pocket filled eyes and prayed he was out of danger. Three months passed by without word of his well being. Trying to stay positive but, in her heart was a dreadful feeling. She felt so oppressed and worried her hands were trembling. She was weak and weary, her gait was somewhat stumbling. She hasn't slept, it seems~since he left. She takes some sleeping pills and takes a long deep breath. Couple of days go by and he "rolls" through the doors. He looked at her paleness and begins to feel remorse. His thoughts start to torment, right or wrong, was now confusing.. Tears fall from his weary face, his mind is loosing… She deserves better, he tries to reason with himself. Reaching, he loads the contents~placing the box back on a shelf......