To Dream
With every shot I hear fired in the distance
my gaze fixes on another star in the sky.
Being in Afghanistan feels like being in a radiating oven.
The terrain is nothing but barren, brown, and burnt by the sun daily.
These empty nights when I look up at the stars
my lips form your name,
While ornaments of the sky seem
fixed in their celestial blanket.
I miss the May days laying in the green Mississippi grass of our front yard
with you beside me,
your eyes more blue than the rarest sapphires.
Our fingers fit the way your favorite pair of jeans do, the ones with the tear just below the right knee.
You.
You're like a dream to me now.
The gunfire stops and there is an explosion
followed by trembling of the Earth beneath my combat boots.
This war seems never ending.
I want to come home
to you.
Were you something I dreamt?
Dreamt is the only English word that end's in the letters "mt."
Empty.
Dreamt is past tense.
It is the skeleton of hope.
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