I awake to his alarm going off, and roll over to see hes not in bed.
I see his uniform still crisp in the closet
I carefully start to sneak in the kitchen to surprise him.
I stop in the living room when I see the case out of the corner of my eye.
The case with his flag... and medals...
I'm quickly overwhelmed by the flood of memories..
The day he left for deployment, and promised me he'd be okay,
The day the two men in uniform knocked at my door,
And the day they handed me that flag...
Slowly I crawl back to the bedroom, and clutch his pillow close,
His lingering scent is all I have left.
a second poem to go with 21 guns