this is an OOC poem, but today with it's talk of war brought back alot
of memories of another war, so I thought I'd pass it on.

Slip of Paper

it was just a slip of paper
not much most would say
but my world
turned dim that day
two men in uniform'
knocking on my door
I'm sorry miss
he won't be coming home no more
I couldn't believe it
this couldn't be right
not him
he promised he'd be home one night
I started to shut the door
tears creeping down my face
once more they said I'm sorry
and they were on their way
sorry for me?
no I was sorry for them
they never knew his laughter
never knew his sense of fun
He was on manuevars
slipping through the dark
when the bullet came
and stopped his heart
around the world
another heart beat on
until the day
when they would come
now my world is shattered
though my heart beats
One day who knows
I will heal supposedly
but for now I cannot
I have no eyes
my tears are falling
on this simple
slip of paper.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 286 AF.