Traveling Soldier
It's been three days since you've passed away
There's a secret box under my bed
With every letter you sent me
When you were last here
You gave me a bouquet of lilies
They're my favorite flowers
Dried up in a vase
Because it would kill me
To throw them away
I have every plane ticket you ever got
Next to your dog tags where your name's engraved
Right next to a picture with your smiling face
One day I'll see my traveling soldier again
Until then I have the memories and the pictures
And the pleasure of being yours
And I'm pleased with the time you spent in my life
Copyright © Kyleigh Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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