The Arrival by Imogen Pierpoint
The dark night closes in on me
Rattling tree leaves
Hooting owls
Car light looming in the distance
He was coming home
My heart leapt every time a car drove by
But sank again when it zoomed past
He’d been gone four months
He was coming home
He’d been out saving us
Protecting our country
Everyone respected him
I had missed him so much
It had seemed like forever
But,
He was coming home
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