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Back To Her

After the Sunday service, searching back to her
For a date. He will soon be walking back to her.

Bottle rockets popping over the Sacre Coeur.
She suddenly kissed him; he then leaning back to her.

Leave ending, the soldier takes the Gare de l’Est train.
Just outside, from his window, waving back to her.

She travels east by train. He travels south by train.
A weekend in Strasbourg, him meeting back to her.

“Hey! You have another letter. What did he say?”
She reads aloud. He’s always writing back to her.

Five-mark coins clank in the West German phone.
“Je t’aime” heard at her “boulot”; calling back to her.

The Army okayed it. His mother flew over.
Her father was there for the wedding back to her.

First residence in Sohren. First of two munchkins,
Playing under a chair, then crawling back to her.

All night in the post’s delivery room,
Holding her hand.  Love sending back to her.

TDYs learning Serbo-Croatian
Through Germany commuting back to her.

Yugoslavia dies as a nation -
U. N. Peace Keeper writing back to her

From Operation Iraqi Freedom
Telephoning, emailing back to her

Now a civilian, travels behind him,
He’s always nearby, staying back to her

Commuting between Monterey and Salinas,
Both approaching retirement, driving back to her.

The Warrior Poet and his wife walk the old dog.
“Hurry Bella.” “Come on girl.” Whistling back to her.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

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