Laura, My Love. I Don't Think I'm Coming Up Tonight. Poem by J. R. Ryan

Periscope's down 'Prepare to Dive.'
'Load Torpedoes. Men, prepare your lives.'
It's Ten p.m. on a starry, starry night,
and I don't think we're coming up tonight.

Laura! My sweet Laura!
Laura! My sweet Laura!
I don't think I'm coming up tonight.

I can't believe I'm stuck behind the door.
Water fills the floor! I feel like an astronaut.
Float away underneath the sky...
Float away, underneath the waves...
I thought of you. I reached out, touched your face.
I don't think I'm coming up tonight.

My seed inside you blooms in the spring.
Our children thrive,
I hear our children sing.
No longer do I ride the submarine.
Tell my sons I died with dignity.

Laura! My sweet Laura!
Laura! My sweet Laura!
I don't think I'm coming up tonight.

I see you cry.
I see you get back up.
I see you carry on.
I hear our favorite song.
...and it's okay, now to move on.

I'm going now. I can't stay in between.
This world and the next call for me.
No longer do I ride the submarine.
I don't think I'm coming up tonight.

Laura! My sweet Laura!
Laura! My sweet Laura!
Laura, my love...
Laura, my love...
I don't think I'm coming up tonight.