The day we marched down the aisle
And danced all night in a rented hall.
The day we marched into our new house
That we bought with a bad mortgage.
The day you marched off to boot camp
A recruit leaving me for the first time.
The day you marched off to war
Marched off my radar and into foreign territory.
The day you marched home coming off the plane
Your cheeks like two grey and deflated balloons.
The day they marched you back to Afghanistan
To do just one more, one more tour of duty.
This day as I march up the same church aisle
Alone and just pretending to look at you
There. Underneath the folded flag.
The day you marched into my life
Dripping wet from the town pool alive.