Military Life

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It's been almost a year,

Lying alone in bed,

Yearning for him to be by my side again.

Last summer we spent sleepless nights,

Caring for each other each and every night.

When he was sick I sang him to sleep,

When I was sick he'd hold me tight.

Now, he's away, temporarily gone,

And to those nights, I hold on.

Forever grasping them, never letting go.

For if I do,

I feel like I've lost the last piece of him I have left.

But 'tis the life of the military life.

The life he choose, and the life I live with him.

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