The Earth turns, counting the days, and I wait. I wait for you.

The day you left, you held me close. Brushed the tears from my cheeks with shaking fingers, whispered nonsense in my aching ears. But I couldn't hear you. I couldn't feel your hands or taste your kiss. Every sense was stifled by the fear that I was going to lose you. All I heard clearly as you turned to me on the doorstep was, "I will come back to you. I promise." And then conscription called, and you were pulled away by the calloused hands of the Army.

I don't know what you're fighting for. I don't know much these days. All I know is the turning of the Earth. Each revolution of our humble world that marks one day closer to your return.

It's been two years. My friends have told me I need to carry on without you. But you made a promise to me the day you left. And I'm still waiting.