Twinges of Panic

She absorbed his warmth, and the smell of his affections,
as he pulled her ever so close-
He knew her fears; Those she never spoke-
So he hugged her even tighter- Not wanting
to ever let go- and in his heart, he never would

Watching him walk away, was like blade sharp
talons scraping across a phantom blackboard-
She wanted to reach out and grab his hand; Demanding
his return to her side-
She didn’t want to let him go, and in her heart,
she never would

Teary eyed, she had to stay until his frame seemed to be
swallowed by darkness-
Twinges of panic; “ Did I tell him, I loved him? “
She knew she had, but she wanted to say it,
Say it one more time

A Soldier’s wife; she couldn’t have been prouder;
Prouder of him, or his honorable duty-
But she looked in the mirror every day he was gone-
Searching for the look; The look of her Mother-
Oh it wasn’t age; Lines nor creases-
Her fading beauty wasn’t on her mind-
No, no she was looking for that painstaking gleam,
The one her Mother had carried, since the year of ‘68

She wanted to reach out and grab his hand; Demanding
his return to her side-
She didn’t want to let him go, and in her heart,
she never would