The lone wolf soldier,
Writing a letter to his wife,
Wrote a dream of untold futures,
A solitary tear steaming down his face.
Each day he was away,
Burned a scar into his mind.
His young son knew not the look of his fathers face.
Walking into a lakeside garden,
The soldier cut a melon from the vine.
Staring off at the distant fields,
Glancing 'cross the waters,
A nostalgic feel grasped his heart-
Bringing an end to His Sleepless Halloween.