Unknown Soldier

Your face in the window of a bus
pulling out of the station.
I wanted to be the one that you waved to
the one who cried and remembered
writing letters everyday.
I wanted to be the girl that you kissed when you came home
whose photo you kept in your helmet
The one that you never forgot
and never let go of
whose name would be the last word.
But I am not that girl
and I loved you anyway.