'If all goes well he won't come home tonight.'
unsharpened knife, unprepared for the fight...

Five months have passed
still I cannot sleep...

His eyes move with a slow shiver,
They feel the chill of his soul...

Five branches once grew
each limb weaker than the next...

A glance into my heart
reveals a reflection not my own...

I'm full awake and breathless.
In this broken moment...

Ragged shoes return to the road
naught has changed to lessen the load...

The seasons' cycles draw their end,
with a hollowed echo of love's pretend...