In the confusion and the aftermath, you are my signal fire.
No, I won’t wait forever.
A sea of memories,
An ocean of grudges,
Will I learn to float on?
I think I’ll go to Florida.
This is my reality.
My brother wrote this.
Sweep me off my feet.
I hung your dog-tags up as a reminder of the promise you made to your country, and the promise I made to you.
I’ve gotten all too comfortable with saying goodbye.
I realized that I need you, and I was wondering if you could come home.