Dog Tags and Cigarettes

Reminiscing on our love,
I recall the day you came home,
anticipation rising as the clock ticks,
impatiently waiting for you to swing open the door.

Phone calls and letters just weren't the same,
I needed your warm body to hold me at night,
three long years have passed,
each day dragged like a sleepless night.

I heard the latch on the door,
you dropped your bags and sighed "Baby, I'm home"
I almost tripped over my own feet trying to get to you,
tackling you with tears of joy streaming down my face.

It's like we were teenage lovers again,
in the backseat of your daddy's car,
they say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
oh, we proved them right that night.

We laughed, cried, and caressed each other before dawn,
I remember thinking the simple things I missed most,
like seeing you walk in nothing but your dog tags
and a cigarette hanging from your lips.

Copyright 2012: Hannah K.