She waits by the door,
A void in her heart,
Yet to be filled,
Since they were apart.

Nightmares of guns,
Of caskets and bombs,
Haunt her sleep,
Since he'd been gone.

She still sets the table,
As though waiting for another,
She still keeps his towels,
Under the sink, in the drawer.

No matter what others told her,
No matter what they said,
She just couldn't accept
That her husband was dead.