November 11 -We Remember

They said he’d be back one day
And I held his hand at arm’s reach
A tiny tear made it’s way, down my face
He shot a little grin
And said, “Don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon”
He kissed by cheek, all clad in uniform
He squeezed my hand and turned away
I watched the train depart the station
With the smoke leaving the trail behind
And it was the last thing I’d ever see of him