off to War

Thoughts drift by like floating clouds
up in the stratosphere
sometimes they seem far away
sometimes very near,
I sit here on my corner seat
the corner coffee shop
mind always, spinning ‘round
like a twirling top,
sip my morning coffee
eat my croissant roll
read news about The War
shots from a grassy knoll.
Above the clouds sun shinning
streets paved with gold
but all I have this morning
this coffee cup to hold,

Cell phone ring breaks my thought
I answer it with ‘hi’
you wonder what I’m doing
if I might stop by,
I tap your door bell buzzer
walk to the second floor
before I even knock
you open up the door,
you kiss me on the lips
asked if I’d help you out
what it is on your mind
there isn’t really doubt,

So the morning slips away
slides to afternoon
you’re off to War, you declare
and I say, ‘how soon’,
‘next week’ you grunt and kiss my lips
but not like before
I don’t know what it is you feel
don’t know what’s in store.
You put on pants and shirt
no underwear or socks
‘let’s go find some Chinese food’
perhaps down by the docks,

Clouds team up and fog rolls in
we kiss beneath street lights
trying to remember
trying to count the nights,
but all blend into one, it seems
so with memories we stroll
same old clouds drift on by
with an increasingly loud drum roll,