Ghost of War
When He Left...
"Babe, I promise I'll be backSo um. I'm never gonna leave you babe." He reassured me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me in for a kiss. He slowly pulled away and stepped on the best. All the men in there uniforms waving there hats cheering in excitement to be fighting in the war. The train begun to chug forward a little, he smiled at me and blew me a kiss just before the train was in full speed. I turned and walked back home. Trying to keep my composer without having the others see me weak. I am strong and always well be strong. When I arrived home, the house seemed like it was abandoned. Gerard always brought such light to this old shack. I just wish he wasn't chosen to fight. Why couldn't he have stayed here with me? He knows I need him. But it's not like there is anythang I can do. He was forced to go. It ain't my decision to make. I just wish it was someone else... I sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed my brand new journal my friends got me for Gerards going away party. It was a journal. One for me to write in about how I felt about him not being here about what's been going in the war and thangs like that. I grabbed a pen and started to write --- Day 1: Gerard just left to fight the ( ). God I miss him so much. I don't care if it's only been a few hours. I just can't stand being apart from him. I miss his sweet, tender voice. I just miss everything about him. I just have to the place all by myself. Sigh....
