I found this poem in this collaborative medium art book by students from Lawrence Tech University. I read it and teared up. Although it paints a picture of a couple from WWII, it applies to today's military couples as well. Poem is written by Meghan Zapol.
I stand forgetting
that as they departed
I was left alone, so broken hearted.
But the six long months
have passed -
at last.
While "God Bless America,"
fades to the background
those adored memories are once again found.
I long for that
last embrace
although it brought tears to my face:
His arms wrapped around me ever so tightly
nothing else mattered,
not even slightly.
As my lips met his
for the last time
passion filled my eyes
as a pantomime.
His voice trembled and
"I love you," squeaked out
as I stood unable to speak
but wanting to shout
"Final Boarding Call," echoed
in my ears,
as I tasted the salt
from so many tears.
He stepped toward departure
then we parted fingers
holding onto that memory
hoping it lingers.
That memory held close
as I wait patiently,
hoping it's him in the distance I see.
The "EISENHOWER" logo
legible from shore
as I anticipated the embrace I've so longed for.
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