Black and White Photograph

A black and white photograph, laying in the drawer-
Splattered with memories; too sad to just ignore.
Four faded edges, with the folded creases torn;
The picture held the spots where it was plainly worn.

The black and white smiles, holding so much joy,
A picture perfect romance, between a girl and boy.
The shades of black contrasting the light tints of white-
Showing how sometimes things aren't always alright.

He left you one day and you couldn't even stop him;
It just wasn't your fault; it was his silly little whim.
Gone, he left, like the bullet out of his gun-
Brought on by the thought of promised fun.

Well, times were more different than he ever expected-
He never could've realized all the things, so unexpected.
People were dying, shot right in front of his eyes
This isn't what he had ever wanted, he realized.

He couldn't come home and it broke your heart in two.
"What," you ask, "did he get himself into?"
The hatred spread by all the bullets, flying-
Each day, the body count slowly rising.

Then one day, a sealed letter came in the mail.
The writing was simple, written kind of pale.
"Sweetie, I Love You. I'm coming home soon.
No need to worry, I'll be home around June."

June came and went, without a soldier's return-
The news would come then; she would have to learn.
"He died fighting." the letter had read-
Crying, she took in what he had already said.

He never came home that cold night in June-
She realized just what happened, all too soon.
He was gone and there would be no more laughs.
Dust began to cover the Black and White Photograph.