“You may be in Afghanistan . . . you could be in Pakistan or Israel or anywhere in the world. No matter where you go to serve the nation, my heart will always follow you with all my love just for you!” (Shelley Comp)

I lie awake
Upon my bed
With moonlight falling
Over me;
It falls, too,
On the empty space
Beside me,
A celestial reminder
That you are
So far away.
Does the same moon
Shine upon you
As you rest
With your men
In a foreign land
Unknown to me?
Do you look up
And imagine me
Looking back?
For it is in
The moonlit darkness
That you are nearest.
Be well, my darling,
And come home to me
Soon.

c. 2022