The Last Moment In Your Arms;

The alarm clock sounds, it's about that time,
to say goodbye to that soldier of mine.
Visions blurry, hair's a mess.
Stumbling around while getting dressed.
You're slowly moving, tired still,
you grab my waist & pull me in.
I kiss your head & carry on,
while trying to act like I'm being strong.
Your bags are packed, they're at the door,
"You found your boots?" "Roger, 10-4."
The drive is silent, long & cold,
Our song is on the radio.
A teardrop falls from eyes so blue,
You're slouching in your ACU's.
The field is lined with cries & hugs,
These next 12 months will sure be tough.
I hold your hand as we walk through,
the crowds of hoodies & ACU's.
The bus is loading, I grip your hand,
"I have to go, please understand"
I bury my face in your shoulders & try,
to keep my composure as I whisper goodbye,
I hear your heart beating as you pull me in,
our rhythms in sync, as they start to cave in.
I feel like I felt that first night in your arms,
safe from the world & it's evil & harm.
The arms that surround me are arms that must fight,
12 months apart so we've cherished tonight.
I return to the car, & slowly break down,
while other cries follow, the buses pull out.
I whisper to God to keep you safe from harm,
So once again I can experience that moment in your arms.