Literature
Counting
The house is dark,
I'm all alone.
On your pillow,
Lingers your cologne.
Your boots are still,
Beside the door.
But you'd gone off,
To fight the war.
I try to hold it,
All inside.
I can't count,
The tears I've cried.
It's been a week,
But feels like years.
Months to come,
Of counting tears.
The house is dark,
I'm all alone.
Counting the days,
Til you come home.