Black Hole Pt. 2

No air to breathe
Smothering the flames
Inverting the energy
Of a sun
Collapsing into negative space.

Black Hole Pt. 1

We are stars bursting,
Super novas bleeding out
Cosmic greatness,
Embracing
The darkness of space.

Marry a Soldier and You Will Know True Love

You have never read a love letter until you have read one sent home to a soldier’s lover
And if you are not that soldier or his lover it is unlikely you will ever
Until their lives have waned and their years have been spent
And the pain of that distance has faded to a wistful reminisce.
You have never read a letter filled with so much palpable longing
And an honesty so profound it bleeds onto your fingers like spilled ink
And capped with a sign off of resignation and the literary equivalent of a sigh
As he hurries through the hastily scrawled pages to not say goodbye.
I love my soldier. I will treasure his hand written letters all the days of my life.
A soldier’s Wife

How?

How could we have known this love would be a source of both pain and ecstasy when you caught my eye under the dingy white tarp of that festival tent and the electricity of a coming storm danced under our skin?
That separation was inevitable and the string of fate would span an ocean, stretched as thin as a spider’s webbing, cutting into the flesh of our hearts where it knotted all those days ago when I looked back at you and knew life would never be the same?
How could I have known I would be so lucky as to possess a love that would cause such longing in the dark expanse of lonely nights?
How could I have known the blessing of the pain of missing you far outweighs the numbness of never having known you?
How could I have known that a deployment would make me love you even more than I ever dreamed a soul could love, deeper than the unknown depths of the ocean floor, longer than the infinity of this universe?

Someday

I know there will come a day
When our daughter does not know your absence
When the distance between you and her
Is bridged and Daddy returns
Home.
 
The day when playtime is physical
Not seen through the screen
Of a “smartphone” that still doesn’t understand
The power of human contact.
 
And the USO story times become fables
As you build forts under Minnie Mouse comforters
And she follows the words you point at as you read.
 
And you enjoy homemade cookies fresh from the oven
Still steaming when you crack them open.
 
And you come home to find our love for you is still the same.

Building Castles in the Air

Slats of sunlight dapple

the edges of my memories

of you

of us

twirling in the kitchen

laying sideways in our bed

blinding our view of the television

where we curled up each evening

the warming Spring days meant open

windows, wafting

breezes, evening

strolls across the railroad tracks

during lengthening evening twilight

holding hands

holding hands, our breaths

as we wait for separation

a year long pacing back and forth

agitated

afraid

savoring

slowly becoming numb

with every creeping day.

I Hope She Finds Somebody Like You

I hope that love finds our daughter like it found me. That the stars align to find her soulmate has been there the whole time. Waiting. Waiting for the moment when everything is right, when the complications of her life have resolved to the point of sustained happiness.
I hope that love whispers softly into her dreams like the scent of a garden wafting on lofty breezes trampezing through sun baked air.
I hope that love finds her with kindness, seeking to elevate her, hold her up to find she is worth more than she believed herself to be. That violence is blinded by the glare of a gentle soul seeking in her the self same care.
I hope that love finds her through the heart of a loving partner who holds her hand each time it nears their own. Who says, “I’m sorry,” regardless of who was wrong. Who nurses no ill will even to those who’ve done them harm.
I hope she finds somebody like you.

If Anyone Else Were To Love You

In all the world I do not believe a woman could love you as I do.
She couldn’t see all the amazing things that I see even if she tried to.
But if anyone else were to love you
Here are the things I’d hope she knew.
The way your life shines through your eyes, how I knew you were kind.
The uniqueness of the clever workings of your mind
When we debate back and forth when our views don’t align
And the way you could let me be myself with you and unwind.

The strength of your heart as you carry the weight of the worries of the ones you love
The constant assurance you give us as you perform any task we think of
And the way you ask for nothing in return from us or from above
Taking on cares that would break the wills of some.
The timbre of your laughter when you are genuinely happy
And how it carries on the wind to mingle with the spirits freely
How it captures everyone in its swath making somebodies of perceived nobodies
It’s vibrations resonating under your skin with subtle sensuality.
And the gentle pressure of your hands as they traced the lines of my body
Delving past the barriers I had erected so carefully
Of my emotions, my ability to relate, not just my physicality
You unlocked so much more when you moved that night to kiss me.
I hope she’d know how deeply you deserve to be loved by anyone
That if she cannot commit to a lifetime of holding you in the sun
She does not deserve you, she has no right to leave you undone
Because of all the men in the world you most deserve to be truly loved.

335 Proof

Let every day

you are away

serve as testament

to my sentiment.

Everyday I wait

reinvigorates

the love we share,

the vows we swear.

What I meant when I said, "I Do"

Letters are a dim replacement of your genial charms
Or those brief phone calls interrupted by faulty technology.
Vaulted emotions hang on the anticipation of unspoken apology
Even now we brush off anything that could cause alarm.
Honesty a priority in our day to day communications
Our voices yet are smothered with anticipation
Not of that distant day of homecoming
Or an elusive idea of civilian vacation
Rather of a dream of some more simple summoning.
Sweet husband, I made a promise I intend to keep
As I believe that the vows we spoke are infinity bound
Crossing this threshold of duty I am in too deep
Rooted in the reverberations of your voice’s sound
I ignore the warning screams of others as I take this leap
Finding that with your help I will land on solid ground
I surrender to the universe’s design of our lives intertwined
Casting around for your hand to grasp as together we take a stand
Ever to live as husband and wife in this crazy military life.