Her presence lingers in my soul,
Dragging me back to what I once knew.
She’s like a faded out memory,
Still haunting every part of me.
I can’t break free, can’t let her go.
Oh no, I can’t let her go.
Every step I take,
Leads me back to her embrace.
I try to fight, I try to resist,
But she’s a fire I can’t extinguish.
She’s like a faded out memory,
Still haunting every part of me.
I can’t break free, can’t let her go.
Oh no, I can’t let her go.
I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and breathless, with my journal on my chest.I re-read the words I wrote, and it made me smile; I thought it could be a great song.I tried to fall back asleep, thinking of a melody that would bring my words to life and I drifted off.
The sounds of explosions woke me the next morning and I shot out of my bunk, looking around the room.Everyone was running around, looking for their gear and I did the same, reporting to the Lieutenant for our orders.
We were off to deliver relief packages to our troops in the danger zone that couldn’t get out just yet.This was where I shined; flying cleared my mind and brought a calm to my emotions that were otherwise a jigsaw puzzle of a mess.Even through a heart pounding mission, I could fly the jet in and out of hot fire with ease.I think I found my calling.As soon as we returned, I pulled out my journal again to write to Ellie.I wanted to tell her things that I wish I could tell her like before with a simple phone call:
Dear Ellie Belly,
Flying makes me feel free even though every thought of you pulls me in and grounds me.
Pulls me back in, like a tide to shore,
Lost in this cycle, craving something more.
Oh that’s good.Ellie, I write these lyrics for you all the time.I don’t know if I’ll ever do anything with them but it helps, I think, when I can’t stop thinking about you.
Love Always,
Lee
On the next page, the rest of lyrics just poured out of me, the pen moving rapidly across the paper:
She’s a whisper in the wind,
A ghost from way back when,
Her memory won’t fade, it’s true,
Still here, haunting, through and through.
I tried to break free and let her go,
