I stopped by the war on my way back to you
Before I forgot the blue of your eyes,
and before I lost the shape of your lips,
and before the touch of soft slim hands faded,
I was making my way back to you.
Though a thousand waves raged between us,
and miles upon miles stacked against us,
and planes and ships could not connect us,
I was making my way back to you.
The army said they had bases near your home,
and swore that our reunion was their priority,
and that someday soon I would hold you again,
I was making my way back to you.
Even when the desert wars cast my mortal die,
and even through fire-filled and violent skies,
and even in Landstuhl as I healed for a time,
I was making my way back to you.
Now with a family and scars of a bloodied past,
and now time between us so quickly passed,
and now that visions and sounds begun to fade,
I am making my way back to you.
I still hope upon love that I’ll see you again,
and still love to hope that we’ll still be friends,
who made love by the window gray with spring rain,
I am making my way back to you.
