War Torn

He was a man tall and thin,

with jet black hair and clear white skin.

His long beige coat went down to his knees,

all it contained was one shiny key.

He had come to this place to dial-up a friend,

he had places to go and ties to him.

He kicked and screamed to his lover in pain, 

for it was finally time to board his plane.

I'll miss you he said with one last tear,

I'll miss you too she said shaking in fear.