I knew disappointment so deeply when taken far away,
To love as a man had been sewn deep inside of me to stay,
And when I wake the greatest secret I keep remains to be hid,
I look backwards in time to find a remnant of something we did,
From that remnant of a past with you I find reason to remain,
A quick moment in time is all that I need, be it a whispered refrain,
Drafted away from all that I know to be trained in combat by hand,
I’ll never be one nor will I ever be whole though I try to understand,
Troublesome nights in a jungle so far away beneath a dark sky,
Were filled with lonely sounds of a dying soldier’s haunting cry,
And the country I love has spit upon the uniform I wear to fight,
Hate me for being drafted yet hate the draft doesn’t sound right,
I would carry most any American upon my back as my final deed,
With my broken heart pushing life blood to my muscles I will bleed,
My bullet riddled body protects his that he may spit upon me again,
And when they lay me to rest I will pray they are forgiven for their sin,
But I prayed to not be buried with broken dreams inside my soul,
Told God I would endure anything to fulfill my young life’s goal,
On my final leave to home I was going to ask for your hand at last,
From the first day home it seemed as if my fate had been cast,
For thirty days and nights despair found me no matter where,
The things I did were distractions from you to show I didn’t care,
One person understood the heartbreak America laid at my feet,
But he was gone and at night I would often jog to your street,
My sisters and friends would entertain me as best they could,
No matter what done my heart returned to you as it always would,
Drinks, dates, parties or girls were sought by me this time around,
My only desire was to be with you to share the love I felt we found,
Desperately I wanted to be with you yet no letters and now, no you,
My heart belonged to you but after a year I didn’t know what to do,
Since I last kissed your lips I served hazardous duty in lonely surround,
The slightest thought of you brought teardrops and a familiar sound,
Returned to duty overseas as loneliness overwhelmed my frame,
No letters from you or others back home had give me a nickname,
“No Mail Pat” was funny to the post office crew but made me blue,
Prayers of departure were answered suddenly without even a clue,
As quickly as I prayed to be reunited with you everything changed,
How can fate allow two souls so in love to become the estranged,
As I ran upon the enemy’s soil they gave chase until I was done,
Over three weeks I would be tested and show you’re still the one,
To be with you again I would do anything, then anything came to be,
Detainment and abuse so horribly bad that I actually couldn’t see,
Somehow someway a love so deep encapsulated me from death,
Each time I teetered upon the edge you encouraged my fading breath,
In but a year I captured ten years of age upon my frame, face, and hair,
The chiseled frame I had put upon myself shrank until barely there,
I had a fear of darkness from nights in combats theater of finality,
Trumpet sounds were heard as angels introduce a teenage fatality,
Fall into my unconscious arms for I await reunion of mated souls,
Retrieve my dying frame from becoming a corpse for burning coals,
A sadness calls and calls for my heart yet you appear to be real,
In my tormented mind are you an appearance that I touch and feel?
Through prayer and faith I survived to be released to men over there,
Waiting with ambulance and men to take me away to somewhere,
Joy and rejoice to be free as drugs ease the pain but not of my heart,
Clean sheets and a place to lay my filthy head improved me in part,
IV drips to replenish needed fluids awakened my mind to only you,
Surgeries to repair me and psychiatric care to repair my state of blue,
Everything you are to me is make believe in their belief of how I am,
Three months of care was needed for my discharge although a scam,
In a masquerade to hide who I am I pretended to believe to go home,
Said loving you was generated by war and your love was un-shown,
Hush my mind, close your eyes to the protestors signs of blaring hate,
They stand in protest of draft yet hate we drafted chosen by war’s fate,
The ribbons I wore torn from my chest by a protestors hateful way,
I board the bus to go home with two years of my life taken away,
Kisses in dreams carry me away to board the plane home today,
My love for you will always be with me no matter what shrinks say,
You may love another, my heart cried so loud it echoed deep inside,
On a long ago night your kiss goodbye felt so much like love I cried,
Home at last and moving away with all hope of seeing you gone,
A month of teardrops perhaps moving is best for me to move on,
My life of you has always been the right moment at the right time,
In front of my home, packed and ready to drive all became sublime,
An angel topped the hill and reignited every flame or fire deep inside,
No longer will I walk alone in the dark as lonely fears now subside,
Had she worn wings no more beautiful could the appearance be,
As if she escaped the night to bring a gorgeous sunrise for me,
Her red lips appear to be those sculpted by a great artists hand,
So absurd my chosen words are for God is the artist in command,
Two years of make believe love appearing in dreams I created,
May come to life, to be real, to be mine, to at last be celebrated,
Once again our minds link as if absent time has fallen through,
Our first spoken word to the other are the very same words too,
“Why didn’t you write me?” erased the heartbreak of two years,
This brief moment in time has released to the heavens my tears,
Her mother had taken my letters unknown to her lonely heart,
We were the same now I understand the pain tearing me apart,
A promise made to return to you in six months woke my mind,
It was Friday the first week in November, look and you will find,
Exactly a year latter we were joined to be one yet already we were,
A joining of souls took place when we first met and I made an offer,
When your schooling is through I’ll give my life and heart to you,
Spoken true you stole my heart although you were too young too,
Three years earlier we had met when those things took place,
And this day I knew I would return to marry that beautiful face,
Throughout our marriage round and round in circles we’ve danced,
Long ago I said don’t leave love on the dance floor for its enhanced,
For a moment think back and realize 11-7 I promised I’d return to stay,
And a year later on 11-7 I promised in a vow that I’d never go away,
For over fifty four years my love has intensified every day for you,
Tell me true love please let me hear if your heart feels that way too,
Your beautiful form and lack of age is a blessing unknown for most,
First married your too young sway was perfect for the west coast,
While you’ve been dreaming I’ve spooned with an angel to sleep,
I feel I must as love controls my soul and I promised her life to keep,
At times I’ve entered the fray alone to pull you from dangers way,
No thought of retreat entered my mind but instead to save the day,
Every physical pain I’ve known though they are far too many to know,
Couldn’t be enough to change or scare my heart influencing me to go,
I keep bleeding love when I bleed yet you regenerate love beyond norm,
Loving you grows more every day yet I’ve bled enough to lose form,
Footprints in the snow or those in the sand are symbolic of we two,
So long we’re adjoined shadows can’t part to separate me from you,
My love goes with you just like the shoreline joins the sand and sea,
Our love forms a timeline of life bond to never separate you and me,
I want to shine in your heart evermore as I was broken once before,
America threw me away after I fought her war only you gave me more,
A fear of darkness shakes my core to cry for departed teenage men,
The things and food thrown on my uniform by protestors back then,
PTSD makes me cry as forgetting won’t come but remember stays,
And you wake my eyes to an angels glee to brighten unhappy days,
Your hand in mine and mine in yours pull me from the fray of hell,
Sexiness fills your form unknown to you yet your body does it well,
I’ll be the first to kneel at your side when you fall and last to stand,
If you need me to hold you or kiss the boo boo away take my hand,
What the draft took away affected you too, now I do understand,
I’ll love you forever and you me, our love has become truly grand,
My hands now shake as age and war takes dues most every day,
Yet I look forward to waking with you to hear the first thing you say,
And touch your breasts as I place kisses on your face that’s not old,
I’m dancing in heaven with thoughts of celebrating our years of gold.
The end. For Patti by Pat.
49th anniversary poem