Empty Letters
This young woman had answered the door
For news that her Love had gone to war.

She worried not for the man gone yonder
For she knew in her heart they'd again be together.

Young, strong, and proud was this decadent soldier
Of course he'd return, he often had told her.

While she was waiting she heard nothing about him
But she wrote everyday so he'd know she'd support him.

For months this continued, her hope never lacked
Even though her love never once wrote back.

Having sent her thoughts she goes to bed
With no knowledge at all, she writes letters to the Dead.