The Hearts Cry to a Soldier

The goodbye that sits on the tip of my tongue could never show the desparity my heart feels in the last caress of your hand. It is often that my pride overtakes my tears and I appear a blank pallet, nearly lifeless. I watch my heart walk away in one piece with blind hopes that it shall stay that way. In my last utter of the last three most important words I could ever say, I drop a tiny piece of emotion along my cheek; my faith is tested. Until next time my sweet love, I shall fear and love and wait and seek wisdom, all with a colorless blindfold; until you shall return to me.