Fifty years-has it been that long?
You never came home to a celebration. There were no balloons, bawdy jokes, nor sloshing of beer.
You were classified as MIA but I suspect by now you are buried in a land called Viet Nam.
The halcyon days of high school had passed. New ideals and friends captivated my attention. I couldn't be a coward since you had the courage to go to war. It was only proper to address the break up in person.
I never sent the Dear John letter. I'm glad you never saw it.
You never came home to a celebration. There were no balloons, bawdy jokes, nor sloshing of beer.
You were classified as MIA but I suspect by now you are buried in a land called Viet Nam.
The halcyon days of high school had passed. New ideals and friends captivated my attention. I couldn't be a coward since you had the courage to go to war. It was only proper to address the break up in person.
I never sent the Dear John letter. I'm glad you never saw it.
