"Cold silver

Biting a bullet sunny-side down

When he tells me he wants

Air Borne

Piloting dreams that keep him awake at night

Alongside my memory

(as fucked up as it is)

And I'm stuck between

His safety

And

His happiness

Because I know what the Reaper calls his price for love

(when lovers apart make war-torn hearts)

Twilight dissolving into that

Gold Star

I've grown to hate beyond words.

'2 AM cigarettes can't replace your touch.'"

9:05pm 10/25/2005


Note: Jarrett has informed me that he's signed up to be a pilot for the Air Borne division, and though I'm happy for him (he's wanted to pilot forlong time now) and I'm so proud of everything he's done, I know that if he gets this position it also means he could be right smack in the middle of a war zone. And that thought scares me beyond belief. Alas, I love him, and it's his choice, so we'll just have to see how it turns out in the end. . . Thank you for reading!