POW

It’s independence day. It’s been 6 months And all i can wonder Is if you’re okay. You told me once That you spend the fourth day Of the seventh month Under the table. Simply because you spent Long enough Fighting a war That most of us can’t remember Why we’re still fighting it Almost like the war I fight every day To forget the little things aobut you That fill my head every waking moment And sometimes, the sleeping moments, too