five years.
too early to worry?
i still am.
because in five short years,
you're leaving.
then bumper stickers
in the shape of yellow ribbons,
then tears,
cried into my pillow at night
alone.

i can only hope that i won't lose you forever.

because anything can happen
with those big guns
big bombs
big tanks.

and i'll sit here at home,
hands pressed in prayer
with my little selfish heart,
as i wish for anyone
to be taken
but you.