I just want you to know that I look for your name
every week, on the casualty list
I don't particularly care
where you are or if you're happy;
I rarely have things to tell you anymore
I just want to know you're not dead.
I tell myself I won't,
I'll just scroll through P, Q, R, and S
but my finger keeps going just to be sure
It doesn't tell me if you're maimed, torn, in agony
but at least your blue eyes are still open somewhere.