“What if you
Counting on my failure
Made me live?”
“You’re a student, they won’t make you go,” She said looking at him as if he was stupid.
“But I want to go, I’m signing up,” He was surprised that she didn’t understand.
“You’re the kind of guy that shoots himself cleaning his own gun,”
"I'll learn, I want to do this,"
She scoffed at him.
"But it'd be nice knowing I have someone to come back to. Will you wait?"
The silence was short.
"Do I have a choice?"
He smiled then. Knowing it was as close to a yes as he'd ever get.
“But these soles
Can fight the ocean waves
Dirty Laundry and
World War Two,”