The streets are lined
with smiling faces
and though they bring with them
the sense of joy
and sense of hope
I find none in my heart
without you by my side.
Soldier of this nation,
knight of my honor,
angel of my soul,
how I miss you so
and long for you to stand with me
as you stand with those
who fight along with you.
As the morn
of the new year approches
I sit here at my desk
and wonder if someone will knock at my door
to rescue me from this solitude
of loveless evenings without you.
I pray that person is you.
And now
they have started to count in the streets
and I will watch them from my window
as they cheer
and celebrate one more year.
I, instead, will sit here and wait.
Wait for you to bring yourself
and the essence of the places you've been
with you.
Blasts in the distance
tell me the time has come and gone.
Blasts that strike more fear to you
than they do to me.
But somehow,
I sit here and feel...
like you're no longer here...
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