What Now Poem by Sam Byron

someone
is at my door
so i open it
and
i open the
biggest wound
he could ever
make

two months
he was supposed to
come home
two months
he was supposed to
get married

i was
counting on
forever
now
i have nothing

they
couldn't find
the body that gives me
hope

they
tell me
to geton with my life
that kills me

but,
how do i know

sometimes
i still hear his
voice

he's
all i ever
think about

he
was the type
to make
your breath
catch

and my breath
still catches
when i think
about him
or even
what will
happen now

he gave them
his signature
and
they took
his life

i'm
barley hanging
on

it's wrong
they took
him
my life
my friend
and
other half

all i have
left
are memories

i have no
proof

i don't know

he's not coming
home
it's their fault

this is my finest
example

he gave an
inch
they took a
mile

this wasn't
supposed to happen


what now? ? ?