Dear sailor, I trace these rose petals to my lips… as they are the closest thing honorable to your kiss. And their taste, I imagine yours… scotch and mary jane. The hardest part is being with you in my dreams, only to wake without you there. My hands search for yours blindly under the covers. My eyes adjusting to the truth. I could swear to have heard your voice near these walls. To have felt your fingers grazing my spine as they once did in search of your favorite book… I am so proud of you; your bravery and willingness to sacrifice… to protect and to serve… your duty to your family and to yourself… I miss you dearly. To hell with duty, I ll sing to you, come home. I hope you find me there. Always & forevermore, Sol Siren
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