Write of Love

Inspired by those separated by WWII, their sacrifice, and the brothers and sisters who are now joining those they lost so young...and, this day in the Ukraine once again... I never thought I'd miss the clickety-clack; like a tap dancing minstrel - hour on hour the carriage would slide, only to pause for a cigarette and more thoughtful inspiration. As smoke ribboned, you would write again in its foggy veil, and I would nod off leaving you - a misty aberration. I cherish that now...and the earring in my breast pocket, golden, like my memories and my promise to return it to you will be kept, no matter... Your novels used to be of love, of plane tickets to romantic beaches, instead, you write now of beaches where soldiers die and lovers cry. My strength lies in your embrace and thoughts that still hold you. Be safe, and write of love once more. (A fictional letter from "Harm's Way")