Confused Butterfly Poem by Julie Schleppegrell

As I lay here in bed,
I close my eyes and think of you.
I see your smile; and those eyes!
I begin to wonder, do you think of me too?
Here in Iraq, with a heart apprehended,
I miss you, I believe more than you know,
the feelings weren't inteded.
I don't look forward to the day that we go.
Have I ever felt a way like this?
It's a shadowing pain, remembered, yet easy to forget.
I'll send with you my hug and my kiss,
never forgetting the time that we met.
I think of you near to me,
for time unknown, pulling me close.
Holding..soft..distraction,
Your kisses I want most.
So warm with quiet moments spent,
I'll never forget,
the touch of your lips on my forehead
and your unforgettable scent.
'always be;
Stay safe, and goodbye...
It should be;
I love you and see you soon'
as the planes and choppers fly over head,
'One..one, Insha Allah.' As I see them on thier way,
shouts of my love will be plead,
...As if you'd hear...
-drowned-
(Damn the thundering jet engines)

Through the 'smoke' in my eyes
watch them fly by...
and wish I'd been born with wings.'
Yet another reason for the love of butterflies.