As I lay here in bed,
I close my eyes and think of you.
I see your smile; and those eyes!
I begin to wonder, do you think of me too?
Here in Iraq, with a heart apprehended,
I miss you, I believe more than you know,
the feelings weren't inteded.
I don't look forward to the day that we go.
Have I ever felt a way like this?
It's a shadowing pain, remembered, yet easy to forget.
I'll send with you my hug and my kiss,
never forgetting the time that we met.
I think of you near to me,
for time unknown, pulling me close.
Holding..soft..distraction,
Your kisses I want most.
So warm with quiet moments spent,
I'll never forget,
the touch of your lips on my forehead
and your unforgettable scent.
'always be;
Stay safe, and goodbye...
It should be;
I love you and see you soon'
as the planes and choppers fly over head,
'One..one, Insha Allah.' As I see them on thier way,
shouts of my love will be plead,
...As if you'd hear...
-drowned-
(Damn the thundering jet engines)

Through the 'smoke' in my eyes
watch them fly by...
and wish I'd been born with wings.'
Yet another reason for the love of butterflies.

Julie Schleppegrell

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