(This is Not Furry, but it's about a soldier who misses his family along with some of my own personal touches for my soldier. Hope it's decent)

Twelves

His boots, with worn soles
trudge along the asphalt,
carrying him back to his one bed,
one bath living quarters.

As he peels off his tiger striped uniform,
and places the golden band onto his oil covered finger,
he can’t stop himself from thinking of her.

She would have left him dinner,
maybe a little note too,
and even though it was five in the morning,
she would have insisted on giving him a back rub
after his long day of tedious wrench turning and IFEs.

He could see her clearly now,
her hair hanging below her shoulders,
her eyes darker than black coffee,
the beaded chain with his name etched in metal
perched between her breasts,
and a swollen stomach with a child he may never see.

The illusion is broken with the sound of an engine
soaring above him before settling in the distance,
and all he can feel is the eerie chill of his sheets,
and the hot trail of a raindrop down his cheek.