All I Can Do is Think of You
Where are they now? Where have their faces gone?
Uniforms are all we see. They plaster the newsfeed. Soldiers, athletes but where are the uniforms who were our heroes such a short time ago? Why has that applause fallen silent?
Nights unending, eyes red, bleary
family distanced for the many
withstanding fear and personal loss
shattering days of unknowing.