Thoughts of a wife on the return of her husband from military duty

This hour; 5pm precise 

It reminds me

The day you came home

From the war

Fighting in Afghanistan

I picked you up from the base

I brought you home

We put the children to bed

And I slept with you

I ripped your clothes off

Like before 

But things were different

In your dreams

They were not sweet any more

There was war

There was a desert

There was blood 

There was a gun

There was a death and you 

Said to me;

I am not here

I am not here

I am not here 

Wiping your brow,  the sweat

Dripping down

Into

The cushion 

Where is my lover; 

Thoughts of a 

Wife 

On the return of her husband 

From military duty 

One dark night

In a small army town 

Arkansas