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The Soldier's Wife, Part I

I was a young man when I saw her,
and things certainly began to stir.
Of course, I was only seventeen,
and young minds don’t take much convincing.

She was hot, in her early twenties,
and for some reason winked right at me
as I work to put in her garden,
in the hot summer sweltering.

She said that I could come on inside,
cool off before the heat made me die,
chattered about her ‘no-good husband,’
how the ‘deadbeat’ had long since run off.

She said that I could use her shower,
then she stepper in too, and for hours
she showed me how two people loved,
that’s how my innocence was lost.

The put is simply, she blew my mind,
and several other parts at the time.
I don’t know it if was great for her,
but it was quite world-changing for me.

I wasn’t a novice anymore,
and I knew as I walked to the door
that this was something I’d not forget,
a long-lasting memory.

At the time I wasn’t that disturbed
by the picture of a young soldier
that hung prominently by the door,
I barely even registered it.

And of course I went and told my friends,
the high-fives and hooting wouldn’t end,
for a high school kid just starting out
a big score like this makes them hot s--t.

For a long while after that day
I’d think of it in a certain way,
something unique and special to me,
that I could look back on and smile.

But as I reamed into my thirties
it started feeling stranger to me,
though even then I could not say why,
it would take me a little while…

CONCLUDES IN PART II.

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