This Land

In this barren landscape how can anything grow,

When you’re out in the world in a place I don’t know,

Where fire rains down on you and gunshots ring out,

When you could be in danger I can do nothing about?

This land is infertile and bland with you gone.

It’s been a place for us to exist, never to belong.

The sun is bright, burning, harsh in your absence,

Yet every day I grow colder because of our distance.

This wilderness is empty, lifeless without you here,

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