I glanced upon you,
for the first time and the last,
at the old bookshop,
in my faraway hometown,
a week after which I had to
return to the warzone in uniform.
I’ve been at war- twice,
never in love.
It seems that my heart
fails to see the difference.
I’ve seen girls- fair, slim, curvy,
dark, red-headed, tall, pretty
Why is it that,
none of them can
Replace you?
Why can’t I stop
Thinking about you?
I wonder whether you think about me,
as often as I do about you
Perhaps not…
Perhaps you are unaware
of my existence
If that is the case,
Let this letter be
a testament to my
Existence
I am a soldier
posted at the border
of your beloved homeland.
I’ve killed humans,
saved a few.
Wear the same attire,
carry the same gun.
I’m not to grow a beard.
Nor am I supposed to
cry, write sentimental poems,
or speak with no bass.
Shall I write you letters?
Expect letters back?
Shall I keep an
old photo of yours
in my back pocket?
Shall I call you
by your name,
when you show up
in my dreams?
For this is how a soldier loves.
For this is all the love
a soldier has left.
