Rows and rows, so many closets 
Of assorted dresses, gowns
Women’s suits for every occasion 
Drawers chocked full to the brim 
Vintage love letters still stained 
With yester year’s tears
That Stouffers candy box was the only thing 
That held their love together 
Long after both wars were over 
One that raged within her mind 
The other overseas 
Her negliges lay discarded in the trunk
Remnants of the love they made 
Frozen in time like the second hand 
On a clock no one bothered to wind one day.