That One

You're waiting while I wait.
Patiently, but of course,
the kindness and remorse.
I could ask you
a million questions that begin with why.
Take nothing back, but sadness,
and little tin soldiers jumping out of planes so high.

I need that woman's touch, so warm and secure.
I'd love to fill your ever patient ear
with harshness, and dreams of dying.
All the while you were dining,
with body and blood.
I came dressed in mud,
would you let me in?