A Soldier's Valentine

He sat in the steel colored dirt within the walls of the trenches. The sky opened and rain came rushing down without hesitation. A makeshift tent was keeping the soldier dry, but not warm. His purple knuckles and calloused hands firmly held a notebook. His eyebrows were pulled together in deep concentration. He was to compose a letter to his girlfriend Jane who lived back home in Nova Scotia. This young soldier had been away for months from Jane and this mentally exhausted him- being away from his love. Black pen in hand, his writing and thoughts of love transferred smoothly across the page. As he finished, he looked up and smiled.

Jane,
As I sit here, it pours day and night.
Through the crisis of war,
I think of you.
Without you, I would be devoid of any new hope.
As I sit here,
I’m telling you that it will be okay.
Just try to believe me.
As I sit here,
I fight for my country. I fight for you.
I’m sending all my love with this letter.
As I sit here today,
I can only dream of the lavender fields,
Your white sundress,
Those slightly parted red lips,
The sweet scent that lingers off your neck,
And your ivory white arms that embrace me tight.
Chestnut hair cascading down your shoulders
Glimmer in your teal green eyes.
When you lie beside me, I lie beside your cool bare skin.
We both forget about the world.
I whisper in your ear that I love you now and forever.
As I sit here, I hope that you realize that this is something I must do in life.
Fight for what I believe in.
As I sit here,
I don’t want to disappoint you
But I can’t go home now.
I promise you that I will be in your arms once more.
I love you Jane.

Jane looked up from the letter in her hands. She had torn open the letter from Peter in her mailbox. She tried not to cry, as she knew that he would not be home once more. Her bed would lie vacant, but Peter’s kiss would still linger on her breath. She could still feel his soft delicate fingers slipping away from hers as he left on a train with the rest of the soldiers. Jane’s heart began to crumble. Her head hung low. Tears crawled down her face to her chin, as she thought of Peter missing another special day. She was alone, drowning in her pain. When would he come home? Jane slowly retreated back into the small house that she and Peter owned. As she opened the glass door, a shadow lurked by. She spun around. Peter stood by the white picket fence. His soft lips curved into a smile. He held a rose and a lavender flower. "Peter!” Jane clutched her chest as she ran towards him. Peter extended his right arm to stroke her hair. “Every day I think about my love for you. I’m glad that I’m home now. Today will be just you and me.” Jane began to cry again. “Don’t leave me again please.” Peter pulled her close. He kissed her on her forehead. “I’m always here with you. You’ll always be in my heart. Don’t cry. I love you. I’m here now. I love you Jane Walters. “He slowly wiped her tears away with his hand. Hand in hand, they walked together to the lavender fields. This was the Valentine’s Day that Jane hadn’t expected. Her lover Peter was finally home.

and a little more.

a little bit of photographs

precious

tomorrow starts day, for the world never stops going
a rapid blur of colour
wishing i could pause a moment, for those times are infinite.
everything's captured in a polaroid picture
each of these precious moments tell a story.
I prefer walking into those moments again.
They say life is too short for traffic.
We keep going at a rapid pace.
Life never stops. Take time to value the delicacy of a day.
Everything passes by each quick second.
Experiences are not experiences, if you don't reflect upon them.

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Everything is wrong, it just feels out of place.
The broken ruins of my soul have come back to haunt me and cause great unease.
No Comfort, nowhere to be safe.
A battlefield in my mind foreshadows my demise.
I am helpless, the past inescapable.
I don't know where to go, where to turn.
My wants and needs are thrown aside.
I am trapped in a state of despair. Unable to let go of the past brings upon struggles and difficulties.
These thoughts strangle my good ones that beg to come through.
For I need a breakthrough to light, to happiness.