Each week she received letters
from a man who left in leather
a man who left his wife for war.
He wrote to her and her heart began to soar,
he was returning home from war.
Eventually, the doorbell rang
and she rushed to the door to hang
on the man she had missed for so many years
and share in many happy tears.
She flung open the door to find,
two dreaded men with faces too kind
to be bringing her good news.
They handed her a folded up flag and
she fell to the ground, his dogtags in hand.
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