The bed's been cold and bitter since you left for war.
In my mind I am conflicted.
In my fantasy world I say your coming home to me safe and sound.
Logically I'm not so sure.
I receive a letter today.
The war is over.
Will you come home?
Will you stay lifeless on the battlefield?
I have no time for questions now.
I get on my bed and lay.
A few weeks later I go to Times Square where his ship is too dock.
I expected that I wouldn't find him right away.
When its been several hours and almost everyone has gone home with his mate I start to worry.
It is now night and no sign from my possibly dead husband.
I break down on my knees and tears rush out right then and there.
Not to long after I am on the ground I feel a hand on my shoulder.
Its kind, caring, and familiar.
I turn around to see my husband.
Before I could say anything he kissed me, right then and there in Times Square.
