Negative Feelings, Prescribed...

After seeing much more than the change in the weather, sitting in a uniform of the three-piece suit and ribbons from his past. Looking for a little boy at the bar with the mouth, the kind who thinks they're clever now, dreaming of the day that he got home from a war to his childhood sweetheart. He told the people there was only ever one and he missed how she sounded; his frowns lines, they tell of how he held her up and she put him down. While he steps off trains and collects medals he's not looking for a face in the crowd. Now he don't need anyone, there's no one there for him, just a feeling of an empty place, that deters eating. He was a member of a dying breed that sat to wait and return as it all just fell apart. Thinking of a day, that is, oh so long ago, that he can't remember right - when a man could still be a man and be proud to use his heart...